This morning I find myself nostalgic for the Sabbath. Growing up, it was a special day, the stores were closed on Sundays, in our neighborhood in Queens families and adults would be walking to church, I lived 3 blocks from a big Catholic church, and a block away was a Presbyterian Church, and 5 blocks away, was a Lutheran church, in Spring and Summer, the ladies were dressed and wearing hats, the men wore suits, and kids were dressed up. I was raised RC, so the childrens mass was early, I guess so the kids could have breakfast, we didn't eat on Sunday morning till after Communion. You could smell the Sunday roasts in the air coming from different houses. The afternoons were spent in leisure, not commerce, so there was no shopping or work. I try to have Sunday dinner each week, I do not attend church anymore, but when my son was little we went every Sunday morning, until he was about 12. I still refuse to make any business on Sundays, and I will not hire anyone to work on that day, for mowing or house jobs, even though there are a few local boys who would work on the weekends, I will not. I try to observe in my own way. But I miss that feeling I used to get, I would love to get it back. Maybe I am just experiencing aging and longing for a youth I miss, I dunno.