In February 2017, after I retired, I made a trip to Israel. I had a hotel room in Tel Aviv, along Kaufmann Street, facing the Mediterranean. I toured the city, visiting the IDF Museum, the Rabin Museum, the Palmach museum, and hung out at the cafes at Jaffa Station. I took a bus to Jerusalem and arrived at the Kotel. I washed my hands, and scribbled a note to put in the crevice of the Kotel, as per the tradition. I had no idea what to pray, so Ijust placed my hands on the Kotel-that was my prayer. I look forward to the next time I go there.

In February 2017, a few months after I retired from the City pf Philadelphia, I took the trans-Atlantic flight to Israel, one of my dreams. I stayed in the David Intercontinental Hotel on Kauffman Street in Tel Aviv, facing the Mediterranean. I visited such sights as the Jaffa Train Station, now a little mall with cafes and shops; the Rabin Museum, the IDF museum, and the Palmach museum; and the Carmel Market a block away from the hotel.

I took the bus from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem, and I took the taxi (the driver was friendly and helpful) and he drove me to the entranceway of the Kotel. I washed my hands, put my kippah on, and wrote the little note to put into the crevices of the Kotel; I put my note is, and, not knowing what to pray at the time, put my hands on the Kotel-that was my prayer.

Lord speed the day when I go there again.

My Novel, “Soldier Of The Cross.”

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