The giant Hanukkah Menorah was lit Saturday evening at City Hall and ushered in the Jewish eight day 'festival of lights'. Growing up going to a Catholic school, I was sort of on an island when it came to religion. It wasn't until I went to Lincoln Junior High School that I met up with any Jewish kids my age. I remember having a discussion about the Christmas season vs. the celebration of Hanukkah. A friend went on and on raving about the all the gifts I was going to receive on the 25th and the huge lead up to the day. I reminded him of his eight nights of gifts he was soon going to be embarking on, and it seemed to be a 'wash'. We both agreed we liked it the way it was, and it wasn't going to change anyway. I learned the most about it listening to two girls in study hall talk on and on about their families' ritual of the lights and the food consumed on those nights. Hey, I must have been a pretty good listener, Cindy actually let me dance with her during the dreaded square dancing activity in gym class. Ah... those awkward years. Happy Hanukkah to all!