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]

No time for words.

SPU – Jerusalem

Filtering Jerusalem traffic, two-up on a long-wheelbase hog, in the sun at paddling speeds, is exhausting. We rode into the square where the Western Wall is. You don’t DO that, but we did. Special Police Unit were our escorts.  The SPU aren’t exactly “cops” in the traditional sense.  Ask them whether they are more “cop” … [more]

Tel-Aviv

We busted through traffic like gun-mounted Strykers, siren wailing and blipping like a mad, mad metronome, then snaked down a brick pathway to the segregated orthodox beach (it’s Man Night today) where a boy had nearly drowned in the unusually high surf, which we could see pounding the breakwater and busting higher into the air … [more]