haven’t seen all my kids yet, haven’t even been down to the grocer yet.  But I did get my hair cut.  And it was my welcome back to Israel.  Walking there without a mask, breathing fresh air, listening to conversations that are not politically correct… 

I suddenly realize in retrospect that I felt very confined in Manhattan.  It was not just an issue of masks and the rising covid rate.  It had something to do with the extreme poverty on the streets, the crime, and the pretension of the museums to woke.  It also had to do with the fact that we were confined to our room for a week.  So I’m not that objective…

Tomorrow I should be out much more and will be able to report on things that are wrong with being home…