It was a long week down in the land of milk and honey, but got back Friday and have spent the week recuperating. The days were long and I logged a lot of miles around Yisrael.
Speaking of roads, I had to get out on Friday instead of staying to hit the long ball because the 30th was Yom Kippur, the holiest of Jewish Holidays. Even the most unobservant, secular, Jew feels a bit uneasy on Yom Kippur. After all, it’s the day when God totals up the check.
For that reason, no one drives or does much of anything even though the weather was beautiful.
To truly appreciate this-one needs to drive these roads any of the other 364 days in the year. They are busy and Israeli drivers are aggressive. But on Yom Kippur, only emergency vehicles will take to the roads.