The Pope makes a once-in-a-lifetime trip to NYC (it really might be, come on, he's old!). He diplomatically decides to visit a synogague on the Upper East Side on a Friday afternoon (um...shabbas anyone?). It appears that EVERY SINGLE police officer in the NYPD has a post somewhere along the Pope's route. What does this mean for the residents of the Upper East Side? Simple: alternating blocks of desolation and parking-lot-like chaos.
So, how's a nice Jewish girl, her baby and two bags in 80 degree weather headed to Huntington Valley, PA for Passover to get to Penn Station?
- Option 1: take a very long and expensive cab ride
- Option 2: schlep a feisty little girl and all the bags in the sweaty, stuffy subway
- Option 3: walk 50 blocks to Andrew's office
Clearly, I took what was behind curtain #3 and walked to Andrew's office. We picked up Daddy and continued on to Penn Station a little later than expected, but none the worse for wear. We got smoothies for dinner and made the train with seconds to spare.
But really now, the moral of this story: thanks Mr. Pope for seriously inconveniencing and re-routing all of the Jews headed to the 'burbs for Passover. We look forward to seeing you in town again on erev Rosh Hashana!
P.S. Suck it, Brian!
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Some of you may have noted that the Pope and the Rabbi met with the goal of improving Jewish-Catholic relations, and encouraged all of us to do the same. So here's a big, happy interfaith shout to all us loving couples with disappointed in-laws everywhere!
Amen, mkpt!
How come Lilah's other parent keeps up with the blogging?
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