QUOTE : What are you doing tonight?” Myron asked. Win shrugged. “I’m not sure.” “I can get you a ticket to the game,” Myron said. Win said nothing. “Do you want to go?” “No.” Without another word, Win slipped behind the wheel of his Jag, started the engine, peeled out with nary a squeal. Myron stood and watched him speed away, puzzled by his friend’s abruptness. But then again, to paraphrase one of the four questions of Passover: why should today be different than any other day? He