Post-Rosh Hashanah

Michael, may his ascension be a good one, had a wry sense of humor. With that I feel if he could, he would laugh with me to know that his timing was perfect. Nothing like losing a treasured Jewish meditation teacher just before the days of awe to help you re-commit and pour out your heart.

For that reason I have to say it was a powerful and meaningful davening this year followed by some good food, fun guests and I'm proud to say a victory in the post-meal game. Thanks to both the Largest Army and Longest Road for putting me over the top...