In our hotel in Eilat, we noticed a group of Nigerian Christian tourists, but no one had the chance to say hi to them until we both stopped at the same rest stop at the same time, about two hours north of Eilat. Ilene asked me to take a photo of her and some of the Nigerians, so they immediately wanted to know how we were related.
"Is he your husband?" they asked. "No, no." Then came the doozie... "Is he your son?" Ilene didn't know quite how to respond to that in the moment, but I think her long-term response was to buy a year's supply of Dead Sea face cream. They had never heard of a rabbi, but we explained that I was like the priest for the group, and they all nodded. After a few more photographs, we parted ways, but for the rest of the day, we helped Ilene cope with her sudden identity crisis.
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Hi..The office sends regards to you all. Poor Ilene! that must hurt. By now you must be in Ir Hakodesh. Lucky you. Weather here is a little better. They are however suggesting snow for this evening. Lucky you again. Still quiet thank goodness at Temple. Have even more fun...Lehit!..Marion
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