Desperate Irish Housewife reflects on Yom Kippur.
It was Yom Kippur. I had almost missed it.
You may not think Irish Catholics would take much notice of the Day of Atonement. But this is not the case, at least not where I come from. Long Islanders of all stripes take Yom Kippur very seriously.
Half of them, of course, head for the synagogue and fast until sundown. The other half take their one chance of the whole year to say, Screw the buses, baby, I’m DRIVING in to the city! And when I get there, I’m gonna park– ON THE STREET!
I suppose it’s not quite the same here in Minnesota.
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