Last night, after heading to a break-the-fast, I told Dina’s dad about my plan to try something symbolic in my journal. It was interesting to discuss it with him, and get into the conversation of pages that say “Intentionally left blank.”
As I mentioned earlier this week, I wanted to give a Throwback Thursday post based on “Before You Were Born.” This post corresponds to ten years and four weeks ago, good buddy!
Thursday, August 2, 2007
I woke up at 630 (yay for regularity!) I journaled partially from yesterday while the others slept. I didn’t get very far—I only got to Eagle’s Deli. I’ll try again later! Everyone was up and ready by 800. We all headed down to breakfast, and I got made-to-order pancakes and some bagels. I didn’t listen very heavily in on the conversations. We left about 915.
Like always, we walked the Park toward the Blue Line and took it to Government Center. I love having fun on the T with the ding-dongs and the voices on the PA. The word “Aquarium” makes me chuckle each time—I wonder why I think it’s so funny? We then took the Green Line to Park Street and headed toward the park and the pond with the swan boats.
We saw Heidi [Pitlor] on a bench near the swan boat pond with her two babies. They are really cute! We chatted about the babies for quite some time. We told her that we were going to the game, and she warned us that there may be very difficult Red Sox fans. I think we’ll be fine as long as we’re on our guard!
As we sat, several camps came for boat rides, including Boston ROCKS and an Asian expedition. Mom and I discussed our family’s experience with summer day camps: the YWCA, Bright Lights, and the park programs. What else can I say? Oh, yes: we moved to another point in the park because everyone thought that we were in line for the boat rides
The family discussion started then! Mom shared her experiences with raising me, how Grammy put all of Mom’s child-rearing books in the recycle bin [don’t know whether that was figurative or literal]. The motto here is “Do, don’t think.” Those kinds of books only seem to be effective on the “average” child, but what is average anyway? She also touched on my autism.
Of course, pacifiers also entered the conversation. Tying the pacifier to the bed and kicking my thumb-sucking habit were obviously mentioned by Mom. It would be interesting: is there a link between smoking and thumb-sucking? I suppose that thumb-sucking may be normal to some extent: look at Linus from Peanuts!
We chatted about age as well. Mom talked about how some families go to exotic locations when the kids are very young. Our first large-scale “vacation” [i.e. excluding trips to places where family rendezvous was the primary objective] wasn’t until Levi was 6, the girls were 8, and I was 10 [ED: It was the AAFP convention in Chicago.] I still remember it fairly well—the museums, the hotels, and Levi getting his shirt caught in the escalator. If I have kids, the only places I would go would be Lincoln or family places until they get older. No exotic places too early!
Some miscellaneous conversations ended, and we made leaving noises upon boarding a Green Line. It took a few trains to find the “D” branch that led to Fenway, and other cars were sardines as well. We stopped at a nearby McDonald’s to get some Coke and (tap) water, and it was also a restroom break (go figure). A little further down the road, we found StubHub and successfully obtained our tickets.
We walked toward Fenway Park, and found an apparel shop. There was nothing that I wanted, and nobody else got anything either. We found Gate C, and Levi got a hot dog en route. Mom also got bottled water for Casey, which made Dad explode in rage (he deems bottled water a waste of money, and I have developed the same aversion due to him). We continued to the gate, and security checked my sports sack. Upon having a band attached to it, I was let in. The concourse wasn’t like other places I’ve been to, except maybe Memorial Stadium. Concession stands lined both sides, with pillars, and lots of people mingled about.
We ascended a ramp to Section 43, and Row 3 was right in front. We were in right field, where a berm would be at Haymarket Park. Around the field, I saw the old-style scoreboard on the left-field wall. Advertisements were on the Jumbo-tron and scattered throughout. The words FENWAY PARK were on the top of the clubhouse, along with what were either pennants or retired jerseys.
While Mom and the others looked for food, Dad and I talked about traditions, heat, and several other things. At about 1250, the ceremonial first pitch was thrown and a ceremony honored Doerr, a previous manager of the Sox, who retired from baseball this year. It wasn’t until 1310 that the game started.
It wasn’t too exciting at first! The Orioles went 1-2-3 in the first. Although the Sox led off with a walk, two fly-outs and a ground-out left the score zilch-nada. One interesting thing: Youkilis (#20) gets a “Yooooou!” chant, much like “Ruuuuud!” In the second inning, the O’s led off with a hit, but then grounded into a double play and then struck out to keep them off the board. The Sox got a hit and a steal, then a strikeout, and although there were 2 walks afterward, we had 2 outs. The crowd cheered, “LET’S GO RED SOX!” but the next batter was fanned and he threw his bat to the ground in frustration.
In the third, the O’s once again went down easily, even though they had a hit and a walk after 2 outs. It did get scary, especially the fly ball that wasn’t necessarily a given out. On the Sox side, a groundout was followed by a double, RBI single, and then two fly-outs. We’re up 1-0!
The O’s were retired in order, and then our 7th and 8th batters belted back-to-back homers, putting us all on our feet, screaming in excitement. However, the inning then ended quickly with a few ground-outs, if I recall correctly. The O’s responded with a triple, a sacrifice RBI, and several hits. We stopped them before they could steal a lead, but it was 3-3 at the end of the inning.
Some fun things (not necessarily in chronological order) At the end of the 3rd, they had a reel of Baseball Bloopers, which included bad defensive dives, wild pitches, erroneous catches, tripping over, etc. Throughout breaks, trivia questions, greetings, and other random things appeared. The 7th Inning Stretch replaced the words “home team” with the words “Red Sox.” I think a lot of teams do that if it’s easy to fit in. Then, at the end of the 8th, the stadium did karaoke to Sweet Caroline. Another thing: The Sox have outsold-out the Husker football team—Boston is on a 363-game sellout streak! (Granted, that is comparing apples to oranges since Husker football gets 6-7 home games a year, and the Red Sox get 81.)
Back to the game: The staff shut down the O’s offense by going through 9 batters in three innings. In the sixth, a hit turned into the end of the inning—it was caught and then an attempt to steal home was foiled. This was considered a 9-3-2 double play! The seventh inning was an explosion for the Sox, with a hit to lead off. However, then a 5-3 and a FC left us with two outs. The Sox then stole base and had four hits in a row before flying out to center field. We’re up 7-3! In the ninth, our closer gave strike-out-looking to the first two batters, but three hits in a row made it interesting. The final batter flied out, and so the SOX WIN, 7-4!
We were all suffering from the heat, and looked for somewhere to relax after the game. We ended up at Boston University, and eventually ended up at a local coffee shop. I got sparkling blueberry juice, and others got other sparkling drinks. The tables were neat—they had comics painted on them.
It was too hot to even think about finishing the Freedom Trail, so we T’d it back to the hotel. I took the Forbidden Actions which actually felt good. Then, I managed to catch up on yesterday’s journal before too long. Fast forward to 20:00, when we decided to head out to dinner.
We took the T to Government Center, and then walked the Quincy Market to Durgin-Park. We looked at the bar, but figured that we had to go upstairs to order. It was STEAMING HOT, so the waitress directed us to 3F, which looked much nicer (it was the Faneuil Dining Room). Our waiter arrived with cornbread, but had no bad times to give. We were not sure what to think—supposedly the staff is supposed to act mean.
Our conversations were sparse, because of the heat that we endured earlier. In fact, let me just talk about dinner. I got baked scrod with bread crumbs, with a baked potato. The former tasted like chicken. I think I’m really branching out for my culinary tastes, and that’s a good thing!
Afterward, we walked toward Aquarium, and found a Boston Pedal Party—the odd bike that we saw yesterday. The conductor took us around as we pedaled on each side. This thing is a NEAT machine—the driver pedals like a bike but steers like a car. We had pedals that we could use as much or as little as we wanted. Oddly enough, this thing is closely related to the Porsche, so… yeah! It was a lot of fun—that’s for sure! Back at the hotel, I crashed—tomorrow could be a long day!
>>> TO BE CONTINUED…
Semester Kickoff: 6 days
Green Bay/St. Norbert: 64 days
Minneapolis: 71 days
Although it should be easy enough to find the posts themselves, I will post a round-up post for those interested in a certain day or a catch-all. Click on the “Day Number” to link to that post.
DAY 0: Flights to Israel, meetup with the group.
DAY 1: 9/11 Memorial, Pardes Institute, Tachanah Rishnonah, Western Wall, Eucalyptus Restaurant
DAY 2: City of David, Old City of Jerusalem (Jewish Quarter)
DAY 3: Yad Vashem, Shuk Machane Yehuda, Israel Museum, Ben Yehuda Street
DAY 4: Masada, Dead Sea, “Shabbat of a Lifetime”
DAY 5: Shabbat in Jerusalem
DAY 6: Neot Kedumim, Ein Shemer, Nof Ginosar
DAY 7: Tzfat, Golan Heights jeep tour, Ein Zivan, Ein Gev
DAY 8: Zichron Ya’akov, Hadera, Rabin Center, Tel Aviv
DAY 9: Downtown Tel Aviv, Old Jaffa, conclusion
Wednesday, June 14 / יום רביעי, 20 סיון
The day started for me at 07:00. I got dressed in the same clothes as yesterday (for now). Taking the elevator down to Level H, the dining hall was just ahead after taking a right turn from the elevator. A set of tables for “Tiferet Israel” were right up front, and the Corens were there too. I had watermelon, salmon pastrami, croissant, and a few other items too. The spread was much bigger than any of the other breakfasts that I had seen in Israel thus far! When I first saw the pastrami on Charlie’s plate, I had to do a double take, because it sure looked a lot like something which would NOT have been allowed here.
The Corens, Hamicksburgs, and Ken then walked with me to the beach. The traffic of people was light, but there were a lot of cars moving around. We found the sandy beach near the Manta Ray restaurant. The kids and Ken got into the water, but I was content to just watch and journal. However, they violated the borders of the buoys, which made Nancy nervous. They also found a dead jellyfish washed up on the shore, and handled it, much to the chagrin of the parents.
Returning to the Dan Panorama, I showered before putting on my Nebraska Football “Hawaii-style” shirt, and also comfy shorts. Then, I stuffed my bags and got ready to leave as Seth showered. At 10:00, we became lobbyists, and checked out of the hotel before boarding the bus.
Next stop: downtown Tel Aviv! We were released from the bus at מגדל שלום מאיר (Tower of Meir’s Peace), which was the tallest building in the Middle East some 50 years ago. A different building in Tel Aviv, with a height of 613 feet (intentionally designed as such for the number of commandments), now dwarfs this tower, but is of course dwarfed by buildings like the Burj Khalifa. We entered the tower, and saw pictures of the development of the city of תל אביב from the early 1900s. The settlement started in 1909, and this tower used to be where the first Hebrew school (Gimnasia Herzlia) was. Seeing the old city maps was fascinating!
On the second floor, we saw old posters and items, and a (probably-to-scale) model of the city. The model included the Dan Panorama, but said model wasn’t structurally sound: one of the corners was peeling off! (I will have a picture of this on Facebook soon.) A mosaic awaited us once we took the escalator down to the first storey. Then, we exited the tower and continued walking. During the walk, we passed a friend of Gili who was leading a תגלית group. We passed the Tel Aviv Stock Exchange too, including stock tickers which were in Hebrew. Eventually, we got to Independence Hall, and there was a large crowd waiting to get in.
Once inside, we went straight to the subterranean art gallery, which is where the State of Israel was declared. The seating up front, along with the flags and Herzl picture, remained. All the groups got to hear a lecture about the timeline, and I will reproduce some of the lecture now. Before the declaration of independence, Meir Dizengoff was mayor of Tel Aviv (insert your favorite pun here). Independence Hall used to be the mayor’s house until 1936, when he donated it to the city as an art museum. The building doubled as a bomb shelter, since the windows were high, the back room cavernous, and the back room not easily visible from the front. After World War II, Jews had nowhere to go unlike other POWs or refugees. As the British Mandate started to expire and a partition plan was found, the Jews accepted it despite the flaws. On 29 November 1947, the UN vote resulted in 33 Yeas, 13 Nays, and 10 abstentions. This led to joy in Tel Aviv, but fear from David Ben Gurion, and indeed, the next day Jerusalem was besieged and war broke out.
The vote by the People’s Council was held on 12 May 1948 in Tel Aviv — not in Jerusalem due to the siege. The vote for independence passed 6-4. Only 150 people were invited to the declaration ceremony, but the secret was leaked. The whole process on 14 May took just 32 minutes, starting at 15:30. This would give enough time to allow preparation for שבת since 14 May 1948 was a Friday. The declaration ended with the band playing התקוה (HaTikvah / The Hope), which then became the national anthem. David Ben Gurion then said, “The state of Israel is born. This meeting is over.” We heard the recording of the end of the meeting, including התקוה for which we stood and sang (without dry eyes).
We exited and re-entered the building to see a video that had a different perspective on the house and the events. I will skip the details, since I saw this video on תגלית (or so I think). As we left, there was a horse-on-rider sculpture, but not just any old rider. It was Mayor Meir on a Mare! (And blame Gili for this description — I’m merely the messenger here, for which he may also be a messenger!) We boarded the bus, which navigated some tight streets, before reaching the Jaffa clock tower near the flea market.
I headed to the clock tower to wait for אייל (Eyal, a friend from my Birthright trip), who said that he was on his way. The city offered free Wi-Fi, which I took advantage of, and the wait continued. At 13:10, he said that he just gotten on the train, and I should have realized right there that my attempted rendezvous would be a Mission Failed (or perhaps a Fission Mailed). But no, my unrealistically optimistic side continued to wait for him. A few tour groups came by the clock tower as well, but I didn’t engage in any conversation. And I didn’t journal either — said item was on the bus! At 13:35, I went to the Haj Kalil Express across the roundabout north of the clock tower to get שווארמה. Unfortunately, אייל did not arrive in time, so the rendezvous was indeed a failure. I feel horribly guilty for him because he wasted a lot of commuting time on account of me!
The rest of our group had appeared at the clock tower, and our Old Jaffa tour guide, Sulaiman, had arrived as well. While he explained the clock tower, I was not paying attention, as I had one last hope of meeting up with אייל and inviting him to join our tour. We started walking and the hope was gone. We walked eastward and arrived at the mosque from which I had heard the call to prayer during my wild-goose-wait.
Outside the mosque, he began by saying that thinking of Islam by the reports of Daesh is “bullshit.” (Not my words, but I’m reporting significant things that I heard!) The major tenets of Islam are similar to Judaism, actually! He described the five pillars: monotheism, five-times-a-day prayer, Ramadan, charity (2.5% of income), and hajj. The lattermost word actually means “circling around in a clockwise direction,” referring to the method of people making hajj to Mecca. Sulaiman thinks that the primary problem of the fanaticists is their interpretation of their religion’s holy scriptures. He also explained that Ramadan is intended to give your own body a rest and to empathise with the poor. That idea sounds a lot like the הפטרה (haftarah) from יום כפור (Yom Kippur)!
Moreover, he talked to us about jihad. It does NOT mean religious war, but it means the struggle or effort for a JUSTIFIED cause. Violence is a bug that is built into everyone’s brain, unfortunately. He also made jokes about lamb being the favorite food of The Eternal, by mentioning the binding of Isaac, Passover, and a few other stories from holy scriptures.
We got to see the courtyard of the mosque, but weren’t allowed to enter because some of the group was wearing immodest-for-a-mosque clothes. The domes are used to promote air circulation. The minarets face the south, toward Mecca, just like how Arks face Jerusalem (or the Temple Mount). Their prayers are sex-separated in order to avoid distraction while praying.
We then went to a gazebo-fountain. In 1179, Napoleon conquered Jaffa. At the fountain, we learned about Abu-Nabbut, and after climbing a hill, saw his old place which is now a hideout for bats. Climbing further, to 45 meters above sea level, we got a bathroom break before going to the Old City Square, which had a Zodiac fountain to the east. We were under umbrellas as we listened to the next part of the story.
In Islam, fighting is only acceptable as self-defense — being the initial aggressor is not tolerable. As Sulaiman described it, the Shi’ite Muslims are those who are from the bloodline of the Prophet, but Sunnis are not. There are no imams in Shi’ite Islam. He believes that Sunnis are the radical branch, and claimed that Daesh is a break-off of Sunni extremists.
Moreover, Israel is a human cocktail! When speaking of the Israeli-Palestinianconflict, there are three big questions. First: What should be done about the borders? Second: What should be done about the refugees? And third: what should be done about Jerusalem? Whatever happens, the key word is RESPECT. Before we left the square, we headed over to the zodiac fountain, which had stone carvings of all 12 zodiac signs.
Ascending some steps, we saw a pistachio tree before crossing the Wishing Bridge, and I took a selfie with Cancer (the zodiac sign, of course). From the vista across the bridge, we could see the hills of Jerusalem to the east, and the city of Tel Aviv to the north and east. The red roofs that were close by were part of the first modern Jewish settlement. On this vista, an arch depicted the עקידה, the ladder in Jacob’s dream, and the siege of Jericho, which were the three times in the תורה that the Land of Israel was promised to the Hebrews.
Going down a hill, we saw grey and black crows, as well as a hoopoe — the latter is Israel’s national bird. Down an alleyway littered with steps, we took a left into another alleyway, emerging at a suspended shamouti tree. This tree produces Jaffa oranges. The suspension of the tree actually brings our trip full circle: the idea of Above and Below can re-surface right here, right now! With this, we wished Sulaiman a Ramadan Kareem and went back into the alleyway for a new direction.
Following the Old City streets, we briefly stopped at Adina Plastelina, which makes medallions like a sushi chef would — the video showed how they make one with the face of Marilyn Monroe. A cavern behind the store had some interesting artifacts too, but I took no notes on them. We then walked on a street in the port in order to find restrooms. A map of locations’ distances to Jaffa was at our feet, to scale, but it only went to 4000 kilometers from Jaffa: not enough to reach the States!
Boarding the bus and leaving Jaffa, we headed to our last stop of the tour. Along Kauffman Street, some motorcycles drove perilously. We heard a song from the group קפה שחור חזק (literally: Black Strong Coffee), and also passed Rabin Square. Gili offered a moral of the story after briefly talking about the events there: We must bring light and love into the world. The park had a book fair going on, and there are often other events happening there!
Not long afterward, we arrived at ליליות for dinner. Many of their employees are at-risk youth, and they get to learn valuable life skills. I sat at the “cool people’s” table, which had all of the Under-30s. Dinner started with bread and a ground-beef-and-spices on pita. Various conversations abounded, and we sang עוד יבוא שלום עלינו. We had both chicken and steak for the main course, and it was good.
(Alas, I have no pictures from dinner.)
Just like during the שבת dinner, we went ’round the horn, giving memories of the trip and bestowing blessings. Singing also continued throughout the dinner, but we were shushed and had to reduce our volume. Once everyone shared their memories and blessings, Gili blessed us all with a song about Jerusalem that he wrote in the airport one time when leaving Israel, and it was a tear-jerker for me. We then bentsched aloud but quietly, and boarded the bus for the last time. Gili further wants to make sure that we take a piece of Israel with us (in the metaphorical sense).
En route to the airport, a few facts came out, but my emotions blocked the information. As we got onto the highway, the triplets sang the songs “Leaving on a Jetplane” and “ירושלים של זהב”, both of which caused my eyes to well up. More hugs followed at the bus drop-off point, and then some of us (Seth, Hamicksburgs, Feldmans, and me) entered the airport.
The Feldmans got into line for check-in and boarding at 21:10 (their flight is at midnight). I joined the others near the bathrooms on the north (?) side of the ticket counters floor. We sat on benches near the elevators. I wasn’t allowed to check my bags and receive my boarding pass until three hours pre-departure (which would happen at 25:50 (i.e. 01:50 on Thursday). I journaled, and also took one Speed Sleep nap. Gilad had found an outlet, and let me charge my phone.
Writing continued until 25:50, but it wasn’t very efficient. I was amused by the “DING-DONG” that preceded calls to passengers—this should not surprise anyone!. I walked toward the desks, realizing that I should probably grab my bag for checking while I’m there anyway. The wait for check-in was short, but I was grilled by the primary security officer, more than what I was expecting. Granted, maybe my tiredness and absentmindedness made me seem somewhat suspicious. I don’t know! Once I checked my bag and received my boarding pass, I went through the remainder of security and the exit visa gate with no trouble. I went down the ramp toward the mall, and the time was about 26:18 at the time — quite interesting if you consider my clock photo from Day Zero!
I inefficiently journaled for another hour or so, before walking around the duty-free mall and the food court. I saw the Rosses, and then saw them off (or they saw me off). Boarding of my plane started at 28:00, and once I was in my middle seat, I immediately fell asleep.
(Dirty?) Thirty: 4 days
Nebraska Regional: 38 days
Semester Kickoff: 69 days
This is the last post in this sequence.