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I have never seen an etrog before. Those of you who are, like me, not observant Jews, might wonder, “What is an etrog?” It is a fruit. Of the citrus family. I think they are not eaten, though, like are their cousins, the orange, the lemon, and the lime. Less than 24 hours to the … Continue reading Odd members of the citrus family
“House of Bread” = Beit (house) Lekhem (bread) = Bethlehem. This is, within the boundaries of Israel, the most exotic place I have been to, and it is only half an hour — no more — from Jerusalem. I start out this morning figuring that I ought to see some sort of sight while I … Continue reading Slouching towards Bethlehem
After a long, hard morning of Rosh HaShanah services at the temple at which the rabbi is teaching for the week, I relax at the bar by the pool here at the Mondrian hotel. A beer keeps me company while the hotdog gets itself prepared in the kitchen. Of course, they have much fancier cuisine … Continue reading the life
No one came home 1. Max was in bed that morning, pressed against my feet, walking to my pillow to kiss my nose, long and lean with aqua- marine eyes, my sun prince who thought himself my lover. He was cream and golden orange, strong willed, lord of the other cats and his domain. He … Continue reading no one came home
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