I’m in New York City for the next three weeks.
On one stretch, between my office on 35th to the bus on 42nd, I hear not one - not two - but three Hebrew conversations.
I get on the bus, there’s a six pack of hard lemonade in my seat; former passenger leftovers. I drop everything and [...]
In the two and a half years I have ridden the 400 bus to Bar Ilan, I have never fallen asleep and missed my stop - until today.
What am I, six-years-old? As I walked up to the driver to confirm and to get the best route backwards, I knew the conversation could go two ways. [...]
Today I was on the 18, on the way to the bus station in Jerusalem. As the bus pulled up past the Beit Shemesh sherut que, I couldn’t help but daydream of a time, one day, when Jerusalem would have a better sherut system.
Sherut literally means service, but I can’t help but feel like they [...]