Last week, YZG and I found ourselves driving to Tel Aviv.
After parking our car, we started walking toward our destination when we were stopped by the guard at the entrance to the parking lot.
He seemed to sense that we are from out of town (where town=Tel Aviv, not New York… :-)).
Was it the fact that we missed our exit driving into the city that gave us away?
Or was he simply being prophetic and accurately predicting that later that evening, we would – as we ALWAYS do at the end of every. single. visit to Tel Aviv - have trouble finding our way back onto the highway?
I don’t know.
But I do know that the friendly guard was clearly trying to be helpful when he asked us where we were going.
We told him that we were going to a certain restaurant, and the Russian-accented, bareheaded guard immediately replied, “Is that kosher?”
We thanked him for his concern and assured him that we had checked it out in advance and that the restaurant was indeed kosher l’mehadrin.
!מי כעמך ישראל
“Who is like Your nation Israel…”
(Divrei HaYamim I 17:21)
And on a related note, Latma has a new song for Yom HaAtzma’ut 5773: