I went into Yerushalayim again today. I tried to get a quote for our darned table leg so we can wrap things up with insurance, already, but the first guy I talked to insisted that he had to see the entire table before giving me a quote. No. The second guy told me he didn't do anything fancier than hammering 2x4's or 3x6's or what-have-you's into place, but I should try Talpiyot. OK.
While I was wandering around, I met some friends from the US and invited their son, who's here for the year, to come for Shabbos some time. The clerk heard the name of my Yishuv and asked for more information, because he was considering living there. After a brief conversation, I gave him my number, Husbinator's number, and Rabbi Gold's number, and told him to come for Shabbos some time. Because that's how things work in Israel.
On the way home, I ran into a GPS issue I've had in the past: it tried to take me home through East Jerusalem. No, GPS, NO! I don't care if it's faster; I don't care if it's under Israeli control (that's an option on Waze). I will not drive there GPS-you-are. I will make U-turns near and far. So there.
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