Saturday 9
I need to say something before I answer this week’s questions. I am writing this on Friday. It’s the 25th anniversary, a solemn day. 9/11 was terrifying for all of us, but it was particularly intense in NYC and the surrounding suburbs. I live on Long Island, and I spent much of my life working in lower Manhattan, though thankfully not in 2001. I knew someone who died, I knew someone who lost her husband, I know people who came home covered in dust. I know people who worked in the area but circumstances kept them home that day. Tonight is Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, and the start of the High Holy Days, which end on Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement. It’s a solemn time of year, a period of introspection, when we examine our lives and seek to improve ourselves. We ask G-d to inscribe us in the Book of Life for another year. On Rosh Hashanah it is written, on Yom Kippur it is sealed. On Rosh Hashanah in 2001 the Rabbi in my synagogue as...