Back Then I used to walk around The Quiet Streets of Tel Aviv at three A.M.
I Had no reason to feel apprehensive
Fiddler on the roof – If I were a rich man
And Yes. No Shit. I Love The Old Jewish Culture
This Post is a Continuation of a Promise I made to Me (And to Y’all, Gentle Readers) to write about Sinai Field Mission. For brevity’s sake (The Soul of Wit), I am breaking it down into snippets.
To catch the back story, actually the forward story, please go here:
“No Bare Feet Beyond This Point” This is a Re-Constructed–De-Constricted, Sane-It-Sized For Your Protection, Old Post.