COMING SOON — My first long-form story in serialized editions will be presented in the coming year. Please look for it on this blog. I’ll let you know when.
Since this is “Rochelle Week” with the pic, and a good one at that, I, too, have some of my own memories of that great Land to the East. So, now MY contribution.
The following first appeared November 13, 2013. The story title’s meaning is at the bottom of the story itself.
It’s always a great thing to poke a little fun at culture. To wit —
I spoke my best Hebrew to the passerby. “Chaim Glicksman. Where is he?”
The passerby answered in English. “Down that way. Christian Quarter.”
Chaim saw me right in the street. “Shalom, my friend!”
I shook his hand. “Chaim, what’s a nice Orthodox boy like you doing in the Christian Quarter?”
“Not every Jew is an Israeli, not every Israeli a Jew.”
“How is Ayelet?”
“My wife is fine, although we suffered a loss recently. My daughter lit a candle and accidentally set Ayelet’s hair on fire.”
“That’s terrible! Is Ayelet all right?”
“Of COURSE. She wasn’t home at the time.”