10 a.m. Young Israel of Century City (YICC).
I flip to the first page, which is a quotation from Nathaniel Hawthorne: “The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease.”
“Wow,” I think, “people like me drive the world forward.”
I sit in the back, where Dennis Prager resided during his many years at the shul (circa 1986-1992).
The shul is two-thirds full.
I look around. I see good people. I feel sad.
The three girls next door had a big party last night. They didn’t invite me. The music was loud. Finally, at 1:30 a.m., I called the cops on them and soon I was able to sleep.
I’m a grumpy old man who wants to party with 20-somethings.
Anything to take the edge off.
Not my will, but Thine be done.
I’m surprised to see Dennis Prager upright. To fix sciatica, he had surgery on his back on Friday.
This will be Prager’s first lecture standing up in six months.
I had a nightmare that his surgery would go horribly wrong and he’d never walk or talk again.
Like looks grim for the Socceroos.