Late summer, or: Early winter


The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱

A haibun

I always aspire to punctuality,but rarely achieve it. The “real world” (i.e. the one outside of my head) feels utterly replete to me with stringent rules and regulations that continually challenge my unhurried nature. Every morning, as my wife and I race to get our daughter ready for school, I hear echoes of my own childhood mornings reverberating.

As a high schooler, I once missed my school bus and realized that I couldn’t possibly get to school on time without a car. However, both of my parents had already left for work.

With deep embarrassment, I walked down the block to the home of a family that I babysat for and rang the doorbell. I still remember that their last name was Weintraub. Joan, the mother, opened the door; and I bashfully explained the situation to her, feeling myself so very, very foolish.

Thankfully, Joan was kind…

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