What happens in a populous city when the roads are completely free of cars? The people reclaim the roads.
Yom Kippur is the most solemn day on the Jewish calender. It’s a day of fasting, introspection, and repentance. Law and heavy social taboo discourage the operation of motor vehicles from sun down on the eve of Yom Kippur until sundown the next day.
So tonight, everything is different. The sounds of traffic outside have been replaced by the sounds of families in the streets. Parents are teaching their kids how to ride bicycles, and everybody is walking. Neighbors greet each other and congregate on traffic medians. The idea is to stay out very late, so that you can sleep late in the morning and the fast won’t seem as difficult. It’s so foreign outside, we don’t realize how ubiquitous cars are until they’re gone. It feels like we’re all in some post-apocalyptic movie. I love it, and I wish everyone had one day a year where they had to go without cars.
The Mother arrived safe and sound - bearing many gifts. Among them: my father wrote and published a small book for my brother and I detailing his formative years in the deep South in the 40’s and 50’s. It’s an amazing gift, and I’m looking forward to getting to know him better and also to getting a glimpse into the word he grew up in. I can’t wait until the next time I’m in the States and can sit down with my father and brother and discuss the book.
Mother also brought a MacBook Pro, which has been quite a lot of fun. I very nearly ruined everything by trashing my application folder, but fortunately I followed a piece of advice I picked up here, and used a non-admin account as my main user account. Thus the damage was easily rectified, and the lappy is back in action. It’s quite fun playing with a new (to me) operating system. That’s the geek in me.
Well, here’s looking forward to tomorrow - an island of calm in an otherwise very hectic season. We’re going to make the most of it.










We’re in that odd little season between Rosh HaShana and Yom Kippur. For those of us at the Embassy it’s a time of great joy and of great stress. The “blooming of the Embassy” in anticipation of the Feast of Tabernacles results in a lunchroom packed with familiar faces from years past and a 24/7 work schedule. It’s an exciting time.