This is the season of the Jewish holidays, which means overflowing motels in the Berkshires and our eating at home. David goes to a small synagogue in the Catskills with his elderly father, and our daughter Rachel often goes along. (Rachel was once asked if she was Jewish. “Not until Mummy married Daddy,” she said.) I was shocked by a New Year’s card I received today from Marty Edelston, founder of Boardroom Reports. Marty is a very affable man. I knew he was rather conservative, but can’t quite make out how this could be in the spirit of any religious holiday: “5767–The year to drown the Muslim terrorists in the Red Sea.” I guess it’s that old time religion, an eye for an eye.