A more banal— yet no less critical— task still lay ahead of this beleaguered rabbi
This year, Martin Luther King Day was a bitterly cold Monday in January. Heavy snow the night before left everything buried in white.
I have learned that while a national holiday is a welcome day off for many, I am “on call” the entire day. The minyanim are crowded, and people drop by to schmooze.
I have a certain ambivalence toward legal holidays. One the one hand, they allow me to catch up with people who otherwise are tied to rigid work schedules, and let me connect with them in a relaxed daytime setting. This is preferable to late-evening appointments, when all the parties are tired and spent.
On the other hand, however, it means that more people than usual are vying for my time and my appointment load is much greater.
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