I got a call from a friend the other day. He was thinking about me. Why, all of a sudden? Turns out that he was watching the Flash Mob dance video from Ben Yehuda Street in Jerusalem. (he, along with a seven hundred thousand other people). I had seen it. But I didn’t get it, I told him. What’s the big deal about a bunch of people dancing spontaneously in the middle of Ben Yehuda?
“That’s just it,” he said. “They’re dancing in the streets of Jerusalem. What the heck am I doing here?”
I guess the Flash Mob thing worked. It would have never dawned on me.