If I can use the story line in something I’m trying to write, then who’s to say it can’t and won’t happen in real life? Two people are chatting about something of minimal consequence, when their gabfest turns into a real conversation. It did happen to me, and I’ll tell you all about it. But first a little background information.

It was Monday, and I was coming back from the shuk… Wait a minute, don’t you usually go on Thursday? Well yes, except the Thursday in question was Yom Kippur. (Digression: when I was a callow youth, I composed a little ditty entitled, ‘I’m feeling chipper, ‘cause tomorrow is Yom Kippur.’ It only works if you do it New York style, Yum KIPper) I wasn’t going to wait until the last minute, i.e, Wed., to head into Jerusalem, and I had other plans for Tues (see below), so it was Monday or never, because I had, and you will agree with me, important things to take care of, to wit:

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