Being 2 weeks sober (cheers in the background), I can appreciate this lovely September morning, even though I still feel wobbly on my legs.
What’s up anywhere? Of course, the snowball in hell melted as quickly as I’d expected it to. But I should not gloat; I am a mere B-list blogger, if that. I mean, what could I possibly know, what with my eight or so trips to Israel amounting to about three months of living in that country, and my extensive list of friends who actually live there full time, that the fat-assed journalists at our country’s major papers and news networks who know anyone in Israel, if at all, only as a voice on the other end of a phone?
I mean, they live in New York, after all. That has to mean that they are way smarter than I am. Case closed!
white pebble 