It used to be a given around here that Lebanon would be the second Arab country to make peace with us.  I always imagined sitting in a cafe in Beirut, chatting with some of the professors of the American University I’ve met along the way in conferences and parties.  Twenty years ago I imagined skiing among the cedars, and could smell the trees as I descended.  I knew women who were the epitome of taste and dreamt of shopping with them in the elegant shops there, dancing with them in the sophisticated night clubs.

That dream died a few years ago when I watched Nasrallah mocking us, and is only waking up now – when I hope again – that Lebanon is the second country.  First, I want Gaza to bring us the hostages.  That’s the most important dream I have now.