So, after that last little nugget of happiness I thought another post was in order. In my last post I mentioned that I had written a letter to Sasha on Yom Kippur. The ever cynical Israeli had messaged to let me know that he would be out of pocket starting at sundown until the next night. I was, to say the least, surprised. Why? Well, I know he is not religious, we have had discussions about it before, he even goes so far as to deride such things… so why the observance. Immediately my curiosity was peaked. I went to that bastion of information, Google, and learned that Yom Kippur is the highest of the high holy days… the day of atonement. Apparently it involves fasting for 25 hours, a lot of horn blowing, and something to do with a chicken. I was intrigued. From what I was able to find out, this was the day when your sins would be forgiven. I likened it, in the letter, to a Jewish ‘get out of jail free’ card.
