Tonight before class began, one of the owners of the store said she had a funny story about a couple who came in earlier. When the girls asked if they could help the couple find anything, the man said "Yes, we are looking for books on Wick."
"Wick? Are you sure?"
"Yes," replied the man. "Wick."
"Perhaps you mean Wicca? Or maybe witch?"
"No...Wick. My wife, she's Druish and wants a book on Wick."
"That's funny," muttered another customer standing by. "She doesn't look Druish."
We had a good laugh at the couples' expense and decided that maybe it was time to design a Druish tradition. I'm sure it would involve lots of magical latkes and eight days of candle magic in December. As long as I could still wear a Yarmulke in a skyclad ritual, I suppose I'd be happy.