“Time, time, time, time. It never was mine, mine, mine, mine.”

With this haunting refrain, the North American Tour of “The Notebook,” which was just opened at Playhouse Square in downtown Cleveland, starts like a prayer, or a meditation on memory, mortality and the fleeting gift of life. In this stage adaptation of Nicholas Sparks’ beloved story, we follow Noah and Allie’s love across the decades, and time itself becomes a character – slipping, stretching, and sprinting until it is just out of reach.

During this time of year, it is difficult for many of us not to find Jewish themes sprinkled among every experience we have, and sitting in the audience of “The Notebook” is no exception. For instance, Rosh Hashanah is just around the corner, and sometimes we greet each other with the Hebrew

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