Erev Pesach is probably the most overlooked part of the entire holiday. We today scramble as our forebears must have scrambled to prepare for the great exodus, from Egypt to the wilderness, from the boroughs to the Florida beaches, or from our kitchens to some more cramped and unfamiliar version of our kitchens.

Amen.

Oh, and for those of you who complain about the gastro-intestinal consequences of Matzah, just remember that our complaints are nothing. Our ancestors got a few days out and actually begged Moses to take them back to slavery rather than be forced to eat more of the stuff.