High in the Dry

The wanderlust of the Wandering Jew has not left my blood . . .
The pure and simple pleasure of being on the road, as I wrote in 'To Hel and Back':

There's something very comforting about traveling in general; when I'm on the road I know that I'm going somewhere, something is happening . . .
It's even better when aboard public transportation -be it a plane, bus, or train . . . all is taken care of . . . the world flowing silently by the windows. It gives one time to think.

So here I find myself in Palm Desert,
To help -in part- mourn the passing of a Jew with no children.
To learn -mainly- for Smicha, Rabbinical Ordination.
And to relax -a little- in the high deserts of California.

I'll be here until the end of the week, and what adventures I will find in my free time -G-d alone knows.

As well,
The family that Blogs together, stays together . . .

This is just a shout out for my father's Blog: An Angeleno's View of the World.
A word, however, Liberals and Doves enter with caution.



Dad at work on Home of the Brave in Morocco



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