From San Francisco To Yerushalayim
I am positive that I drove my parents crazy. “Debbie,” my Mom would ask at the breakfast table, “do you want a piece of French toast?” “I want to go to Israel..
From San Fransisco to Yerushalayim
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Finally, At Home!
More yelling. A few minutes later, the driver screamed at everyone to get back in. We climbed back into the taxi —- wet cast and all. This scene repeated...