I don’t know what predominates in this appreciation of Abe Pollin written by Maureen Dowd, a sense of religious sacrilege or crazy Jewish humor:
[Polin’s son] Bob noted: “My mother and he always celebrated Shabbat dinner on Friday night. And they always had lobster.”
As strongly as Abe Pollin felt about Judaism, Bob said, it was not the rituals that he considered important so much as “leading a moral life.”
It makes perfect sense in a meshugge sort of way: Shabbat is the most important day of the week and Shabbat dinner is a time of festive rejoicing. What better food to eat to mark the occasion than lobster? Unlike in some religions (like Catholicism in which a bishop can tell a Kennedy he’s no longer a Catholic if he doesn’t publicly oppose abortion), Abe Pollin still gets to have his funeral service in respectable Washington Hebrew Congregation. What a religion!