Real Property Problems?

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You’ve all heard folks ask this- Are you still happy with the folks for whom you voted? This year, it’s been terribly poignant, since so many folks fell for the bait and switch politicians. The ones who promised to do A and then promptly did B- or nothing at all.

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Pesach. A short reprise.

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I know, I know. My holiday is over. But, I have another Pesach (Passover) story to share with you.

The 7th day of Pesach started Sunday night. Which meant that some of my table sharers were celebrating Easter while others, like me, were still crunching on our matza. And, during the festive meal, we parsed the question of why the 7th day (and the 8th for those who don’t live in Israel) is celebrated as a special day. (The holidays of Sukot and Pesach are both 7 days long; some of those days have rules that stipulate no work or use of electricity; others, called ‘chol hamoed’- or the secular portion of the holiday- follow. Except for Pesach, where the 7th day is also a ‘yom tov’, a special day.)

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Another one?

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Yup.  Another holiday.  Yes, I know it’s tax season.  It’s why I’ve been pushing my clients to get me their stuff early.  Because tonight begins the 7th day of Pesach.   (You do recall that we Jews start our days in the evening.  Because Hashem stated it was evening, it was morning- one day.  It’s why Christians follow the evening concept for the birth of Jesus- because he was Jewish and that’s how it worked for him.)

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And,the wind, it cries Mary…

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As a child of the 50s and 60s, I was surrounded by folks who experimented with all sorts of “mind-enhancing” drugs. Me? I was content to keep my experiments contained within my chem lab. (Nowadays, my fraternity brothers and friends would term me the “designated driver”.)

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