Happy New Year!

Apples and honey, baby.

I remember inn college, my first serious girlfreind was Jewish. When I mentioned that Rosh Hoshana was coming up, I asked what her family's plans were. "Nothing big," she said, "We'll just have dinner, blow the shofar, and go to bed."

To my as yet Hebrew unfamiliar Gentile ears, this brought a vision of a libidinous bisexual limo driver, his capped head lolling in ecstasy over the front seats headrest. Luck Jeeves,you.

(oy, I was a stoopit goyim ;>)

Hey, Jeeves lights candles every shabbat for the whole year; he deserves to have his own candle blown out every now and again.

This is Asheville's Shofar Man. I don't know his name, but he's a cab driver, and he goes down to the river early in the morning to blow his shofar and pray. One time I saw him up on the Blue Ridge Parkway, blowing his shofar over all the scenic overlooks and out into the woods. It sounds wonderful although if you're walking your dog at 6:30 am at the river park and it's all misty and all of a sudden you hear it coming out of the fog it can kind of give you a bit of a turn.

I know this has little or nothing to do with the post, since I don't think Shofar Man is Jewish, but what the hell. It's one of the very few shofars in Asheville.

That is some sweet sweet shofar action, mygothlaundry. Thank you!