The New Old

With Covid somehow fading from the public discourse, the anger, indignation, and virtuousness of the “CDC knows best” chevreh turned to other, more pressing causes, and Fauci disappearing from view faster than the lone tray of kugel at the smorgasbord of a takanah wedding, there is some blessed relief.

Borders have opened, it has become impossible to park downtown, and simchahs are largely celebrated the way they were before.

Hopefully we’re back to normal, but this time, every step is laced with appreciation.

Writing breathlessly about a trip to Yerushalayim is a bit high-school-yearbooky, but I don’t care. It’s a big deal. I never realized how big.