A rental-car guy told me this morning that today is Good Friday. An hour later an ex-girlfriend told me she’s visiting her parents for Passover tomorrow. If not for them I would be thinking about this weekend like any other. No holiday seems very important these days. Religious ones especially. At best, I’m guessing, Easter Sunday is regarded by regular Joes in the same light as President’s Day and Martin Luther King Day. If that. I remember giving a damn about Easter when I was a kid. I played a Roman soldier in a little Easter Sunday pageant in my local Episcopalian church when I was ten or eleven. I hunted for chocolate eggs when I was younger. It all fades away.