A gal can’t just sit around the office, going through old unread back issues of the Economist, tearing out the now-inadvertently funny Accenture ads featuring Tiger Woods.
“At a time when it’s tougher than ever to be a Tiger…”
What a hoot! But even this gets old after a while.
The other night, while I was walking up Yonge Street to the Terroni’s near St. Clair, I had a vision. A mobile home, decorated with a Menorah, was driving up the street, blasting Yiddish music from a loudspeaker.*
A young fellow, fully bearded and donning the traditional black hat, was hanging out the back window of the vehicle. He was grinning from ear to ear, and I must admit, so was I. I had never seen anything like this before in my life.
“Are you Jewish?” he called out, clearly implying that if I was, I could maybe join the mobile celebration.
I shrugged sadly and shook my head as I replied in the negative.
He waved goodbye as the vehicle kept driving down the street, the happy music fading into the night as quickly as it arrived.
These are the moments in this city that I would not trade for anything in the world.
Whether you light the candles,
or trim a tree;
Whether you celebrate with family,
or prefer to spend time by yourself –
Have a happy and safe holiday season.
2010 is our year, I can feel it. The year when all of our dreams come true – even the ones we don’t know about yet.
*I was raised Catholic, so I’m probably getting it all wrong. But I know all the words to every song in Fiddler on the Roof, so that should count for something, right?
PS: This is for you. Yes, you. But for me, it will always be Bay.
The Last Goodbye At Summerhill by Anne Douris and Dan Busheikin.