Back in October, I went down to San Diego to meet up with a friend for dinner and to catch-up. Good dinner, good company, spent the night and wandered around to head back to Los Angeles.

My favorite time of year — well, not favorite time but most philosophical time — is the time between Rosh Hashanah (Jewish New Year) and Yom Kippur (Day of Atonement).

Not because it’s in the fall, and not because the fall is the best, but because what it’s supposed to signify and…