Big City

[first lines]

Midge: [voice over] Back in nineteen thirty-seven, our street was pretty much like it is today. One end was the settlement house where you could find the Reverend Phillip Andrews almost any time of the day or night. If you ever needed a policeman, there'd be Patrick O'Donnell coming around the corner. He was a good friend to all the kids in the neighborhood, and to the grown-ups too. Sometimes while he was walking his beat, he'd stop and listen to the music coming from the temple down at the other end of the street. It would be the cantor singing and the boys choir.

[Cantor David Feldman and the boys choir are seen performing Kol Nidre in the temple]

Midge: [voice over] One Sabbath evening after service, Cantor Feldman was on his way home.

Passerby: Good evening, Cantor Feldman.

Cantor David Irwin Feldman: Oh, good evening.

Midge: [voice over] As he started up his front steps, he heard a funny little noise.

Cantor David Irwin Feldman: [looking around] Here kitty. Here...

Midge: [in Cantor Feldman spotting a newspaper covered basket, and removing the newspapers to find a baby crying inside] It was me.