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Exodus

We  used to live by an ancient Roman road where the chalk gave way to clay then to grandfather’s fertile garden   lemon trees and vines. Now we walk in the footprint of the Legions passed the iron age fort … Continue reading

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We’re Sorry

We’re sorry we bombed your apartment and your favorite hiding place and your street which, just like you will have to live it all over again tomorrow. We’re sorry we missed our intended target; all those buildings look the same … Continue reading

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John Boehner and the Pope

I once heard that John Boehner was an alcoholic.  I have no first hand knowledge and must admit I heard it from a Clinton source. I didn’t know John Boehner was so devout.  I guess that was my fault.  I … Continue reading

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Exodus

We  used to live by an ancient Roman road where the chalk gave way to clay then to grandfather’s fertile garden   lemon trees and vines. Now we walk in the footprint of the Legions passed the iron age fort … Continue reading

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Hungarian Rhapsody

Some of the first arrivals at Traiskirchen Camp, near Vienna. Within three months, 200,000 Hungarians had escaped to Austria and Yugoslavia. On October 23, 1956, a student demonstration in the Hungarian capital Budapest triggered one of the tensest periods of … Continue reading

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Dancing with Syrians

Arab Brooklyn – Damascus Bakery, Sahadi’s,  and Reginella Pizza on the same street I grew up in Brooklyn.  Most of you know that.  One of the good things about growing up in Brooklyn was the contact with the numerous other … Continue reading

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Of The New Colossus and Hollow Words

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother … Continue reading

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