When you think of the Saturday in between Good Friday and Easter Sunday what comes to mind?
Maybe the month of August, only one of the twelve with no major holiday? Or John Oates of Hall and ...? Ed McMahon, perhaps? Do you wonder if all those Baldwin brothers have a sister?
Given today actually has an official tag, I freely acknowledge my sin i.e., attaching sacrilegious and secular parallels like those above to Holy Saturday. But my lapse as a Roman Catholic during the Kennedy administration means there's been ample time for me to overcome fear of those eternal flames. Besides, I want to hear your blasphemous analogues. That is, unless that hellfire intimidates you.
On Good Friday, I can't borrow a book from the library. Getting a restaurant reservation on Easter Sunday takes some forethought. Today may be holy but it invariably passes with little fanfare, at least for me. Kind of like the triangle in a symphony orchestra or the cream of tartar on the spice rack.
"Got to be something better than in the middle" - Jakob Dylan (from "One Headlight")