People come from all around the world to "find their roots" in Israel, citing some connection to their relgion or just to the land itself. I didn't find this metaphysical connection upon moving here--it took a few months, and a trip with my parents to figure it out.
Mom, Dad, and I went on a trip around the north, which was pretty boring. Too much driving. On our way back, we stopped at an ancient ruin in Caesaria. It is one of Israel's oldest ruins, dating to before the time when Jesus was kickin it here.
Before I tell this story, I thought you should know that when I was in Rome, walking through the forum, I had to pee reaallllly bad. But I held it in, not wanting to pee on anything noteworthy, and found a toilet. Yah.
Back to Israel, lets compare my Dad and I in size: he is an inch taller than me, several pounds heavier than me....and has a bladder 1/8 the size of mine. This issue kicked in in the middle of our walking tour of the ruins. And as you see below....
Dad "ruined the ruins." Pretty awful, I know. I hope no one from the government reads this.
Well this taught me something. I know exactly where I came from- Art and Joanne Kleinstein. And while the people around me may have shaped the way I talk or crack jokes, I am who I am today because of the two peeps that raised me. I think they did a good job. Oh yah, and I also realized this at dinner last night with both mine and Kahan's families, when my Dad was asked "What do you use the computer for?"
His response: "All I know how to do is check my e-mail, get golf tee times, and watch Porn."
That explains a lot. Peace out.
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