Brother Yehudah, I will tell you of a marvelous sight I saw yesterday: Dozens of Israelis, young and old, dancing, waving lulavs, singing YAH's praises, eating, drinking, laughing, rejoicing, and all in a giant wooden sukkah built in a clump of aspen in the middle of the Canadian prairie. I saw the goodness of Adonai yesterday.

Chag sameach! It's Sukkot, and our Father has brought us once again to this season of rejoicing. I slept in my family's sukkah on the first night, although the temperature was somewhere below zero. It's a mitzvah, and I can't let the weather get in my way, can I? Sukkot in Saskatoon. This is the second Chag haSukkot I've experienced. Last year I was in Jerusalem for the Chag, so this time around it's a new adventure entirely.

In other news, I went to Batoche this week, site of the final battle of the infamous 'North-West rebellion' of 1885. Lessons learned: "Progress" is stupid, and bloody; Batoche is still a really beautiful spot; and Brad Topping looks like Louis Riel. Kind of.