This year was the first time that I cast an absentee ballot. For the Presidential race, it doesn’t seem like California really needs me, yet I felt compelled to cast my vote.
Actually, Jonathan, my oldest son was the one that went on-line and registered me. Once the ballot appeared, my middle son Yoav helped me “connect the lines” as we voted. As a parent, it was a great “hands on” lesson in civics. In addition to voting for elected officials, we voted on CA propositions, expressing our values with regards to peoples right to marry, women’s right to choose as well as supporting propositions for renewable energy.
Even though I reside 10,000 miles away, this election feels very close to home. Israeli’s follow these elections very closely, as do citizens of probably most of the world. We have up-to-date information on the progress of these elections from what are the police doing in Chicago, to the latest in New Hampshire.
Tonight, on this side of the ocean, we will go to sleep before the polls close…Yoav has already told me that he can’t wait until tomorrow.






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A short story. As my family was preparing for a trip to the states, the unions threatened to launch a general strike here in Israel, which included bringing Ben Gurion Airport to a standstill. Given that I had ordered a ticket for my 14 year old Jonathan with some of the many, many, many miles that I have accumulated, missing the connection in Europe was not an option. Like many Israeli’s, we looked for a way to get out before the strike takes effect. For 40 euro, the airline was more than happy to adjust his ticket. Only problem, this required him to prepare to leave for the airport within 45 minutes of our talking with them, and also required an overnight in Zurich. We didn’t blink once, and off he went; cellphone in hand along with some leftover 

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