The letters of our thoughts are the ideas present in our mind before they come to realization . . . Thoughts that are, yet not felt . . . The words of the subconscious . . . of the soul . . .

These are the LETTERS OF MY THOUGHTS.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

My Kind of Albanian



Today as we saw a rather interesting scene . . .
A group of anti-war protesters had set up shop on the town green -spouting such ubiquitous inanities as 'Bush lied, they died' and the like . . . Sigh.
Coming from L.A., this is nothing new.
But on the other side of the street stood an Albanian dude, decked out in American flags, protesting for America.





We spoke for awhile -he told me about life under Tito, how he supported Israel, and the like. He would stop to wave his flag and draw up a flurry of honks of support from passing cars.

As we were about to leave, one of the protesters came over to speak to us, but our Albanian friend drove her off after a minute





He's my kind of Albanian.


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5 comments:

Yossi ! said...

gotta say with the tie on you look like a real rabbi!
(hey you cant hang a smicha on your neck)

Mottel said...

I guess that's the point -though I can't stand 'em.

Mottel said...

The boich adds to the Rabbinic figure as well, no?

Yossi ! said...

hell ya!! lol...

Hatzlacha.

p.s. like the rovin rabbi action

Mottel said...

Glad you like!