When I was a kid in Indiana we had a old gentleman for a neighbor, a retiree who loved growing roses. I helped him with his garden and he came to share things with me. One day he pulled out a photograph.
"Here's a few of my friends from my time in Israel."
I gave a good look. I noticed several young men standing in front of the building, and then read the sign on the front. "King David Hotel". Mr. Jacobsen smiled when I reacted. (I had been investigating the creation of Israel for a school history class project.)
"How long was this before the bombing?"
"Five minutes."
He gave me a little smile and went back to tending his roses. I think he needed to have someone know. I thought it was pretty cool. Small town in Indiana with an interesting resident.
"Here's a few of my friends from my time in Israel."
I gave a good look. I noticed several young men standing in front of the building, and then read the sign on the front. "King David Hotel". Mr. Jacobsen smiled when I reacted. (I had been investigating the creation of Israel for a school history class project.)
"How long was this before the bombing?"
"Five minutes."
He gave me a little smile and went back to tending his roses. I think he needed to have someone know. I thought it was pretty cool. Small town in Indiana with an interesting resident.