January 3: Oh, the cantor

I grew up in the lovely suburb of Beachwood, Ohio, and the whole time I lived there, went to the same synagogue. Even though some of my best friends belonged there, I wasn't a huge fan of the place. Apparently my parents felt the same way, because they quit and joined a new one when my younger sister graduated high school. And even though I wasn't there for this moment, I can imagine it very well.

I laughed today when my mom told me about how at synagogue this morning, when the cantor started chanting crazy fast to speed up the service that was running late, my dad exclaimed, "Yikes - the cantor's gone rogue!"