My nemesis Schumacher recently stopped thrashing me in squash long enough to toot his own horn.
Hard to see, I realize, but there he is, brandishing an inflatable saxophone while frantically dancing about a room.
And why was this happening? Because Nemesis Schumacher was celebrating his son Jonah's bar mitzvah, a big occasion for a kid, and also for a kid's dad, who has to pay for an event that's as much of a production as a wedding. Jonah displayed the insouciance of a Schumacher by not flubbing any of his lines, which is saying a lot because it's easy to get nervous in front of a hundred-plus people staring at you. Jonah is a great kid, and he's got a little brother and sister who emulate him.
If anybody needs assistance from the best podiatrist in New York City, Dr. Schumacher is available. And willing. Trust me. He's helped me, he can help you.
No, not Jonah, he's not a doctor yet. I'm talking the big Schumacher.