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Photos until Now... Plus El Al!

(the numbering went wrong; I trust that the reader can discern which caption belongs where!)

Photo #1: My grandmother checking out my luggage back at home.

Photo #2: My great friend, Josh Best, the night before I left for this 'adventure'.

Photo #3: Deb, the dear waitress from Jay's Diner. She noticed this in the newspaper and advised I ride one.

Photo #4: Some sheqalim!

Photo #5: A very dirty Pennsylvania Hotel. Note the horrendous mold growth on the curtain.

Photo #6: Stained glass from the offices of Hebrew University, Battery Park Plaza, NYC.

I'm really at a loss for words at this point. The man from El Al that screened me at the check-in desk was very kind, courteous, and polite. Besides the intimidation innate in being screened, it was a pleasant experience. Plus, the questions weren't too prying — hallelujah!

More later. Thanks to everyone who has sent me beautiful emails and posted kind comments on Facebook. I will be reading these as I travel.

Shalom.








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