My old auto shop teacher: “You’d better not get blown up in Israel. If you get blown up, you will be in serious trouble.”

Me: “I shall tell that to anyone who tries to blow me up.”

Leaving for Israel tomorrow evening. I’ll be back August 11, and hopefully have Internet access by the third.

Excerpts from conversations that take place at 1 AM:

Me: “Brandon, what do you want me to get you in Israel?”

Brandon: “Um, a hot Israeli boyfriend?”