Boy what a week — what a year for that matter!
I can only tell you when I did Tashlich yesterday I took two suitcases of torn-up scraps of paper, forty seven loaves of bread, and 375 rose petals (I wanted to cover my bases).
Good thing the Miami River is already hopelessly polluted with many decades of preexisting sins (and very little in the way of forgiveness, purification or redemption).
But that’s why we love it here!
Have a great weekend and a very sweet New Year.