Yom Kippur

I was walking the dog this afternoon, and there were two men walking behind me. They were wearing white, no belts, tennis shoes. Skullcaps.

While Ginger was in the drink splashing around, I said to them, "Gut yontiff," which is Yiddish for "happy holidays." They looked surprised, said, "Thanks," and kept walking.

Ginger and I wound up lapping them, and one turned to me and asked, "Are you Jewish?" I said yes, and he asked, "Do you have a shul today?" 

"No, I have my dog today. God is everywhere, right?"

"Yes. Well, gut yontiff to you." Smiles.

Now I almost wish, in the bittersweet way I do every year, that I had spent the day in shul.