It was 5am and i was awake. one of those single-day shifted schedules that wreak havoc on sleep patterns. On TV they're talking about some rare event that happens once every 28 years. I like. So I turn up the TV. The topic: the Blessing of the Sun festival in the very-orthodox Hasidic part of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. According to Jewish tradition, its the returning of the sun to its original spot in the sky as the very day the earth was created!! pretty impressive thing to keep track of all these years. and so, being a stone throw away, i figured there'll be good visual/story possibilities. i head out with my camera, dredging the hoards of reporters and photographers that'll be there ahead of me. I figure an event that happens once every 28 years, should attract a few news vans, OJ-style. but as it turned out, i'm the only person there with an electronic device. All mine!!
Unfortunately the sun peaked out once for a few minutes before the overcast filled the sky and no one could determine where the sun is much less where it should be. If i had a t-shirt for it'd read: i got up at 5am and this is all i got to show for it:
The Grand Rabbi's posse was also pretty impressive and all 200 of them wanted to stand next to him while he spoke, atop a small creaky and swaying scaffolding.
