I am in here.
Since my husband is no longer here, I relive part of his youth by watching The Endless Summer. No, he didn’t surf a lot as a kid. He didn’t even surf at all. Hell, he didn’t even own blue jeans till I started dating him! But as a card-carrying member of the high school class … Continue reading A youth I never had
Why appeasement didn’t work in the 1930’s, and it doesn’t work any better now. From An Unsealed Room – Allison Kaplan Sommer That is what these three-plus years of Intifada have done to the Israeli public. They see that when we try to make nice and compromise we get terror attacks. And when we’re tough … Continue reading The man on the street, in Jerusalem
Starting to be: not all of my luggage makes it back home at the same time I do. However, it was there on the front porch this morning, scratching at the door and waiting to be let in. It wasn’t the most important suitcase – it just carried some expensive shoes, cheap speakers, and all … Continue reading With the luggage, again…
It’s Sunday morning, and I’m horribly glad that I don’t have to be motivated. I did get enough sleep, though that was a chancy thing, what with the impromptu block party at 2:00 just outside the House of Blues next door, eventually followed by the police car, the sirens, and the policeman on the loudspeaker … Continue reading Sunday morning, very bright
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