Coming off the most recent edition of the high holy holidays, in which I participated: sang with my temple choir, read a passage to the congregation (which is referred to as an Alleyah, a blessing bestowed upon me by the congregation), and observed with my family. With each year, singing the same songs and reading the same prayers, to me, it becomes the Greatest Hits of Rosh Hashashanah and Yom Kippur. On Yom Kippur, especially, it seemed like we sang a select number of the same songs, both on Kol Nidre (Cantor sang solo) and then with the choir; and finally, some of the same songs popped up during the healing service, later in the afternoon. We all have our favorite songs durng the holidays. And because, now, that I am singing these songs with choir, I find myself singing the songs to myself, and even whislting some while driving. There is the same familarity with these songs, as with a production of Oklahoma, or Les Miserables. They are like old friends, wisened through the years. As Bing Crosby sings in Blue Skies, these songs keep coming back, like an old melody. Like perfume in May, which returns to my room, in December (although these songs are usually sung in September, or at the latest, October. Next year, the high holy holidays will arrive even earlier: a couple of days after LAbor Day. And the same songs will be sung again.