A slightly updated memoir about a telling incident, now 54 years ago…
Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey
“I believe that we write about, and out of, our obsessions, the things that haunt our souls, things we never get over.” (https://www.jstor.org/stable/3299998?seq=1). So said Randall Keenan, an American Author.
Today I think about Irish whiskey, four leaf clovers and a touch of the Irish. That Irish blood is shared by my spouse and our two adult children. They have a touch of the UK running through their veins as well.
My DNA harkens far south of there to East Asia. I am 100 per cent Ashkenazi Jew. Israel is just in my blood. I felt the connection when my spouse, Kristine, and I visited that blooming, desert land in 2019.
But something of the UK still haunts my soul which dates back almost 60 years. It was September, 1967. It wasn’t a draft physical for which I was in line. It was a medical school physical, prior…
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