Napping in Public 5
Happy Friday — no featured guest today…
As Hen mentioned the other day, our dear friend Evan’s eldest son became a Bar Mitzvah last weekend. You may recall that this isn’t the first Bar Mitzvah we’ve enjoyed in our almost year of existence as a Substack (crazy!), and because we never shy away from a reason to get Buffett crew together, a group of us made a weekend of it (some with families, some not) and had a great time. And during that time, I was caught engaging in some mildly risky napping in public.
Evan has shared with us before that it’s frowned upon to nap in synagogue, but as Hen can understand, sometimes the nap calls while you’re in temple, and you have to decide whether you’re going to answer. And friends, I was faced with this question at Friday night services.
I’d been in the car for hours that day, and I was just worn out — and no, Evan was not officiating, for those who might think it was boredom that put me out. I executed the naps not unlike the way I executed a concert nap in June — namely, I just sat up, closed my eyes, let darkness warsh over the Dude, and picked my head up every time I nodded off. Shades tried to capture a photo but alas was unable.