Sword of Gabriel

SPACE-TIME UPDATE:  The following article about YAMAM was written as a sidebar for Motorcyclist magazine, where it did not run due to size constraints.  Because I admire the guys profiled here and because Middle East conflicts are perennially timely, I’ve elected to run it here. Mounted police officers seem to spend most of their time … [more]

Goyim Prayer

A couple of years ago, I sent a note out to friends.  Because it still seems generally relevant to my little life, I’ve reproduced it here (thanks to Gutenburg, Eli Whitney, Bill Gates et al for reminding us of the convenience of modular bits). Tonight begins Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement.  I’m not Jewish, but of … [more]

Going away, coming home

It’s different from back home. At Ben Gurion Int’l Airport, you should plan to come early and stay awhile — that’s just the same.  When you’ve been on the No Fly list since before the U.S. government admitted to having a no-fly list, you become quite accustomed to hurry up and wait. It wasn’t a … [more]

Just busy-ness

In the past “baker’s week,” I’ve bumbled into a few things.  Happily, I’ve had lots of help — both in bumbling in, and in flailing back out.  Quick update, then off to an Independence Day dinner with future friends whom I do not yet know: — interviewed moto-medics from three separate EMS agencies, and accompanied … [more]

Lost again.

I was supposed to link up with the Harley guys.   “It’s easy,” Eitan said, a week ago when I picked up his big, black hog.  Had he known I was going to use it to chase medics around through Tel Aviv and Jerusalem traffic, he might not have been sanguine about dropping the key … [more]

Kosher?

I went to get a coffee at the lobby bar, and asked the bartender — who was efficient, courteous and courtly — about buying a container of spreadable chocolate for the kids. Turns out there’s a grocery store close by. He gave me walking directions, then quietly warned me not to eat it in the … [more]

Goyim along, singin’ a song…

All my bags are packed, I’m ready to . . . resign myself to doing without the things I forgot, most likely. So that’s it? One-point-five blog entries and he hangs it up? If only. No, I’m committed to this sorta-two-way communication with you, Faire Reader, but I’ll be out of town for a few … [more]