First I would like to express a Happy New Year to all of my Jewish friends, including my brother and his family, my daughters, my cousins, aunts and uncles and let's not forget my parents, who reading ahead to the next paragraph, are now rolling over in their graves.
I used to be Jewish. But I dropped some window pane acid while a student at Michigan and ever since, whenever I go to the Synagogue, ("Temple" for you heathens), everyone just stares at me. I think they are watching to see if I take any of those books stored on the back of seats into the bathroom with me. Geez, all it took was one time to discover that there are no photos in those books! What are they all staring at, anyway?
On to today's post, it's linked below, a Guest Blog posted at Market Club:
Navigating the Q's