The Haredi boys in the picture have built a snowman in front of the Kotel in Jerusalem. He doesn’t have eyes of coal and a carrot for a nose, but he certainly wears a nice, yeshivish hat.
Isn’t there a prohibition on putting a tzelem-idol in the Temple?
I hope it’s not a new Chassidic group that just found its new rebbe…
Israel goes nuts when it starts snowing. I’ve never seen people behave so irrationally on account of weather. They stop everything and start driving in huge, big crowds either to Jerusalem or to the Golan. The traffic in both those directions gets so jammed, they sometimes end up sleeping on the side of the road—especially those going north, towards the Hermon mountain—and feed on the contents of their lunch cooler.
We’re staying in Netanya, where the likelihood of snow is once in 50 years. I hate snow. After 37 years in New York City, I’ve stopped seeing the beauty of snow and just hated the slush. New York winters were a huge motivation for this aging reporter to move to the troubled Middle East.
I can take war. But I can’t take stepping off the curb and sinking my foot in a frozen puddle up to my ankle.
About the Author: Yori Yanover has been a working journalist since age 17, before he enlisted and worked for Ba'Machane Nachal. Since then he has worked for Israel Shelanu, the US supplement of Yedioth, JCN18.com, USAJewish.com, Lubavitch News Service, Arutz 7 (as DJ on the high seas), and the Grand Street News. He has published Dancing and Crying, a colorful and intimate portrait of the last two years in the life of the late Lubavitch Rebbe, (in Hebrew), and two fun books in English: The Cabalist's Daughter: A Novel of Practical Messianic Redemption, and How Would God REALLY Vote.
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