Just like old times

It was just like old times, back in Glasgow. But here we are in Israe. First night of Sukkot, first meal in the Succah. Wind. Rain. (Rain? Yes, rain!) Glory, glory it felt great. But I don’t think the local born Israelis were too impressed. ¬†However, it does suggest the Big Man Upstairs has a sense of humor.

Chag Sameach!