Sweating in the Cleveland Schvitz
At first, when your father-in-law tells you he is taking you to the schvitz, you are not quite sure you heard him correctly. “The what?” you say. “The schvitz!” he repeats. “What’s a schvitz?” you ask. “A schvitz is a schvitz!” he says, as if the meaning of the word were contained, matryoshka doll-like, inside…
