Nakisha next door doesn't wear the hijab- except as part of her school uniform. I caught her yesterday, returned from school, unwinding yards of material from around her head. I wish the human race would hurry up and outgrow the Abrahamic religions. They've served their turn and now they're holding us back. Buddhism can stay. Buddhism is more flexible.
The phrase Indian summer" is an Americanism. And there was I thinking it had to do with chaps in pith helmets drinking chota pegs on the verandah. The usual suspects have been saying it should be "Native American Summer"- but really it's too late to develop a conscience about something so well-embedded in the language. The old English alternative is St. Martin's Summer- which is pretty, but doesn't convey the same immediate impression of heat.
My friend who died in March wrote academic theology. I was reading some of it yesterday. It used words only a professor could love and had no discernible passion. I picture myself handing it back to him with a smile, saying, "Yeah, interesting,"- and hoping he wouldn't press me any further.