Bringing it all back home ...

The holy days are done ... well most of them. Rosh Hashana (the Rosh) and Yom Kippor (The Kip) have come and gone. My Muslim brothers are still in the midst of the Holy Month of Ramadan (not being a Muslim I don't want to submit a insensative nickname here -- take heed Benedict). A rather remarkable sight in Israel, to think that Ramadan and The Kip fell on the same day this year. Please correct my math, but this probably happens once every 25 or 30 years based on the varying lunar caledars of Islam and Judaism -- which is quite a scene to think that the most holy day of Islam and Judaism overlapped this year -- and I was in a Holy City for both religions as this occured.

Nevertheless, it meant that yesterday nobody ate, nobody drove, everybody prayed and as the sun went down - Muslim Arabs and Jews began in the ritual known as "gorging out" which is common in most religions -- and is even found in the United States of America on the 4th Thursday in November.

My days of awe were rather nice ... I enjoyed being in J-town on the Kip, at night, thousands of people gathered on one of the main strips of Jerusalem and chatted and told stories and caught up. Kids rode bikes, played soccer and people meandered in the middle of the road. Imagine if all of a sudden one night a year neighbors and guest just decided to spend the night together --- in the middle of Columbus Avenue.

Happy New Year, Gamar Chatima Tova, Ramadan Karrem, May the Force be with You and LETS GO METS.