I went up to New York at noon on Friday, to be up in time for Shabbos for my nephew Shlomo’s wedding to Shira, and juxtaposed with that, the car charger for my Palm^® Centro^™ went South, and first thing Monday morning headed back to Baltimore, heading directly to work.

The wedding, held Sunday evening, was a lot of fun, with lots of (non-mixed) dancing, though, as always, my experience with very Orthodox life events, particularly those that are done to New York standards, is that I feel a bit like I’m in a room full of aliens.

As Shlomo hails from Memphis, the band rolled out an Elvis impersonator at one point.