I miss this blog and the person who pushed me to write so many of the posts that you found here. Sometimes I think all is gone and that time has forced me to accept this is just something that was.
And then there is a moment where I realize, everything is different but there is no reason not to write here because you never know what can happen.
"When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'." — Groucho Marx
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Why I Blog
Been a minute since I last updated so I thought I would reference an older post about Why I Blog . Here at the keyboard I commune with ot...
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There are moments when hosting Haveil Havalim very much reminds me of the cabin scene from A Night At The Opera. There are so many different...
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Someone once told me that the heart wants what the heart wants. I don’t know if that is a line from a book or a movie, it could be. Then aga...
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I know that there are at least two people in the blogosphere besides myself that remember Richies Pizza in Jerusalem, Jameel and Trep . But...