When my trekking son finally made it home early Wednesday morning, he announced that his bags refused to follow him and were still traveling the world. Yesterday he got a call that they were lasooed out here in the Holy Land and would reunite with him today. Well, it did give him time to empty his closets of pre-army clothes. Now I have to get the clothes to a thrift shop, or gmach, that needs a full wardrobe for a slim man, taller than average, but not very tall.
He and his friend left for Ariel to meet up with the wimpy driver. Some people may take offense at what I just wrote, but considering how I travel, at my advanced age, I can call this guy a wimp.
Shabbat Shalom
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Most people get offended when I make fun of these "tough" guys.
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