In the 38 years we're here, I've considered the Shemitta years the worst, not to be sacrilegious, of course. But they have caused stress bein adam l'chavero, between man and his fellow man.

"I won't eat at your house, because..."

"And I won't eat at your house either!"

This year, signs of the Moshiach!, people have been more laid back about the different rabbinic opinions, Baruch Hashem.

The other evening there was a knock on the door. I saw one of the younger neighbors, whom I didn't really know. He asked me if he could pick some of our grapes.

"Of course you can. It's Shemitta year and everything is hefker, ownerless. Take as much as you need. Let me give you a bag."

Finally, something good about Shemitta.