The Spirit of the Jewish Pioneer I’m often in the bus and the Jerusalem Mini Rail and last week I even used the train to travel from Tel Aviv to Cfar Saba to attend my cousin Avremele’s funeral. I felt sad about him, because he and his brother and the rest of the family gave me a very warm welcome when I arrived in Israel for the first time, at the age of 19, in December 1959. I remember piling into a Packard, stuffed between the door and one of my aunts, I think it was Ida.
Newsletter 224: Israel's Hebrew Culture The announcement of a Hebrew Language conference, to be sponsored by our prime minister, Bibi Netanyahu, in the beautiful town of Rishon Lezion’s cultural center was definitely more interesting than the news, which belabors us incessantly, every day of the elections to take place in March, where some people think Bibi will be ousted from power. There’s expectation in the air that he’ll topple from his pedestal; everybody’s saying “look
Shalom everyone, The Volvo could easily get away from the police, but there wasn't any hot pursuit through Tiberias, down the Jordan Valley, guns blazing, instead I stopped to face the music. The telepathic Israeli police woman had divined that my rear seat passenger was without a safety belt and demanded to see her "lesson". I pointed out to her that she should be addressing me, the driver, not the passenger and the word she needed was license not lesson. After all that she
Shalom everyone, Its ages since I wrote no news. So much no news has accumulated that I don't know where to start. September was a great month for no news and October is going to beat it. At long last I received my three stooges' movies that I ordered on the internet. Now all I need for a good laugh is to put a movie on the DVD. Ettie went off to Australia with Ittamar to join in the wedding festivities of my niece Lisa and they returned with lots of presents for me; a pair o