I'd be remiss if I didn't wish all my Jewish friends...

L'Shana Tova!

Back in the day when Dinah worked at one of the finest and fiercest firms on Wall Street, Salomon Brothers, her Jewish co-workers used to call Rosh Hashanah

Rush-a-homa.

And when Dinah started hanging out with them she was still a big midwestern hick. There was no getting around it. She was farm fresh and pretty damn white bread. She had an awful lot of questions about the Jewish faith too, but being a big, old WASP she didn't want to pry. You know how WASP's can be.

But when Rosh Hashanah rolled around and Dinah heard them talking about, "blowing the chauffeur" she just had to overcome her reticence and ask just how that worked.

Imagine her chagrin at discovering there wasn't a long line of limousines winding their way around the synagogue and that they were talking about the shofar(pictured above).

Mazel Tov. I love you guys! Long Live Israel!

Update: The totally Fabulous Pamela at Atlas Shrugs has a great Yiddish tale here to celebrate the spirit of the season.