Thirty-six years

My holiness waxes and wanes. Went to the Stations of the Cross at our church today. Got annoyed about something. Lost my concentration. Tonight I went with the nun to the Lord's Passion service. Afterwards we had a bowl of soup at the Diner. Matzo ball soup, no less. Ran into some out of town Jewish friends - today of all days! They joined us and we had a lively conversation. Thirty-six years ago, the parents of these friends and me and mother were mugged together on St. Thomas. At gun point. If you get mugged together you stay together. I watched the kids grow up, get married, get divorced, get remarried, start families. Thirty-six years is a long time. In a very peculiar way, it was a Jewish day through and through.