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Happy New Year to Me!

Dear Members and Constituents,
Happy… New Year!?! Yes, today marks the beginning of a new Jewish year. Technically, yesterday and today meld into a giant 48-hour-long mega-day (which is kind of a bummer because, if today is still the 29th, we will have effectively skipped my birthday this year). While this may seem a bit odd, let me tell you what’s really weird: this holiday happens half-way into the calendar year (and here I thought the Gregorian calendar was arbitrary). I suppose you can think of it as the beginning of the Jewish fiscal year (you know, for accounting purposes –a pun, as you will soon see). On this extra large day, 5,772 years ago, God put the finishing touches on creation and is reported to have sat down for a cigar, cold brew and kosher hot dog –Scotch had not yet been invented, you see. He looked at everything He’d just made and thought to himself “sweet!” As you may know, humanity soon rebelled, creating the need for a “book of life” (BoL) –think of it as Santa’s list with only a “good” column… bad folks get erased forever. On this joyous anniversary, the Almighty sits at his desk and updates the BoL database (closes the books, if you will), while people on His green earth blow on sheep’s horns and reflect on their lives –shofar, so good (get it?).

Sweet foods are also a Rosh HaShannah staple (to welcome a sweet new year). We may not have apples, pomegranates or honey but I think donuts would clearly fall into that category. On this day of awe, Austin Hurt (donut boy) came-in early and has delivered an inspiring selection. So come-on down and celebrate in style –even if, like myself, you are not of the Hebrew persuasion.

Have an Awesome Friday!

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