Last September I was out on Montauk with Richie Boy. We worked around his cottage in the morning and hit Ditch Plains at noon. The waves were ankle-high, but the surfers were discussing the upcoming swell on Wednesday.
"There's a hurricane out there."
"Biggest waves of the season."
"I'm taking off the day. I think it's Rosh Hashanah."
Nobody argued with his choice and this morning I woke up thinking that today was the High Holy Day of Awe.
"No, it's next Wednesday," my landlord AP told me.
"I blew it."
"Better than blowing the chauffeur."
I made a mistake, but what can you expect from a goy?
ps the ocean was flat last weekend, but lovely all the same.