Tuesday, September 11, 2018 10:25 AM

I head out of my house fifteen minutes early to catch the cab to work. When I reach the corner, I get a text that it will be there in twenty-four minutes. It arrives in three. For Rosh Hashanah, the radio in the cab is playing a pop station's annual countdown of each year's top local hits. The streets are even more empty than on the Sabbath. A few women in skirts and long sleeves walk with carriages and strollers. Their husbands are probably still attending the long morning services for the holiday. A scattering of other people in swimming garb head for the beach. Signs on the street celebrate the new year. People who want to worship, worship. People who want to party, party. Except for those of us working in understaffed service positions, everybody looks relaxed.