a run on sentence for Israel….I remember as a kid I could never count how many times I had actually gone to visit Israel because I had visited it just as many times in my dreams and as I had in reality, running out of the car of (insert close relative here) into my Savtas apartment to grab a popsicle, put it into a glass of petel and cold water, stir it with the wooden tong that finally came loose as I broke the pieces of frozen Israeli Popsicle into my cup, after quickly drinking it up and feeling refreshed after the Israel sun beat down on me in the car and after outside as I stood in Ramat Gan, I ran to the makolet, not even to buy candy, but because it was heaven for me, maybe because I had an account there under my Savatas name (wonder if that still exists) and just soaking it all in, all the fun candy that I couldn’t eat in Israel because of that damn jelatin, I could eat here because it’s Israel and everything is totally amazing and Jewish, next stop in what was reality or a dream would be Shabbat where I would go to a little Yemenite village that had a shull the size of an American garage and an opening the size of a window for the women to peek in, the old Yemenite men looked so intense and sounded so cool as they sang Kabbalat Shabbat in a hypnotic meter and tone, their sons seemed to be dressed for what would happen on Friday nights instead of Shull, I guess they balanced the two worlds, as I grew up, Israel still had that dreamlike quality to me, even though I somehow ended up miraculously two blocks away from bombs going off when I should have been on time on the block, I tend to get places late all the time now, Israel and I know why.