This Sunday morning a few of us will saunter into church, brunch or our golf games an hour late – much to the snickers of everyone else.
At the same time a Massachusetts girls’ high school basketball team was getting blown out 93-7 last week, I was working the scoreboard at my sons’ high school basketball game, where they got beat by 25.
My last drink to date – okay, drinks, since we’re talking about at least a bottle of wine – took place exactly 26 years ago, on Jan. 31, 1992.
As we prepare for 2018, many of us are getting ready to make resolutions to change something about our lives in the new year.
Even most Jews are unaware that the key to the observance of Hanukkah isn’t lighting the candles, playing with dreidels (spinning tops), eating latkes (potato pancakes), or giving gifts (in an imitation of Christmas).