I told my friend last week that I was going down to Lake Merritt to throw bread crumbs into the water, and watch my sins float away.
She stared at me for a moment and finally replied, "Is that some kind of Jewish thing?"
Yes, it is. And tonight is Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement. We transgressors will gather at the Paramount and listen to Kol Nidre, a Jewish prayer recited in the synagogue at the beginning of the evening service on Yom Kippur. According to Wikipedia, the latest of my Jewish resources, "It is written in Aramaic, not Hebrew. Its name is taken from the opening words, meaning 'All vows'".
This is my second High Holy Days. This time it's with music. I intend to be blown away.