Usually when I touch down in JFK, flying over Queens at dawn, I get teary-eyed and patriotic for my hometown. I've been pretty emotional about New York since I left; even before I left. Maybe it's because I landed here today coming off the Presidents Conference, or maybe it's been a year and four months... Continue Reading →
I want Elie Weisel to come tuck me in at night and tell me stories... They don't all have to be depressing just because they come from a Nobel Peace Prize-winning, bestselling author of a Holocaust survivor. Although they would probably all be dramatic. Here is Mr. Weisel telling his favorite, inspiring story at the... Continue Reading →
I was fortunate enough to score an invite to President Shimon Peres' Facing Tomorrow: Israeli Presidential Conference, which went down over the last three days in the ICC. It soon became clear that the opening panel of the first night was the crux of the event, at least for me, holding more importance than President... Continue Reading →
Last week someone introduced me to a brand new concept for the makers of a very old concept: Nougat cream filled-Bamba. Bamba has been around for decades, having been created by Israelis for Israelis. I suppose that's why its maker, Osem, decided to issue a brand-new flavor around the time of Israel's 60th birthday. It's... Continue Reading →
Despite everything - happy 60th birthday, modern State of Israel!
Spent the evening strolling around the Yom Haatzmaut celebration going on in the Tzur Hadassah elementary schoolyard. Clowns, kids, silly string, shaving cream, noise makers, cotton candy, lights, balloons... This no singles' event. I started reading old entries from a few years ago, describing my purpose for moving to Israel, my role in the aliyah... Continue Reading →
Too lazy to translate this, but if you get it, it's fun. Click to enlarge.
This morning I donated blood at Hadassah hospital in Ein Kerem. The nurses who worked my veins were both Arab. I was curious to stay until the siren to see how the blood bank unit, including the nurses, would react but it was going to happen too late. Instead I was driving along Herzog. It... Continue Reading →