“Just go to the Western Wall?” My friend nodded. It was the early 1990s, I was in college about to take my very first ever trip to Israel. After growing up hearing about Israel, I’d finally decided to go see it for myself: all year, I’d worked two campus jobs, saved every penny, and was about to spend a whole summer in Jerusalem, traveling around, taking Jewish classes, and studying Hebrew.
The Rabbi at the Wall
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