Saturday, September 15, 2018 12:20 PM

The elevator to the employee exit faces the beach, though the shore is several blocks away. As if in apology, there's a photographic mural of a shoreline on the wall as we come out, and the concrete steps to the outside are lined with astroturf. As I head out the door for the last time, I realize that I'd never gotten around to walking down to the beach after work. But it's close to midnight on the Sabbath, and my taxi is waiting. <br>On Sunday, I start a new job, working daytime hours, in the field in which I started, decades ago. Tuesday night and Wednesday are Yom Kippur. On Thursday, I'll be sixty years old. It's been a good year.