Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Confused at the Kosel

When I was at the Kosel, on my trip to Israel, I was a bit confused and depressed at what I saw. Or better, at what I didn't see.
I expected to see hundreds of different guys with long peyos tapping people on the shoulder and saying, "Rabbi, don't you recognize me?" I mean, that's how every single story ends, so I thought I'd get to see one in real life.
After my initial dissapointment, I thought maybe I should tap someone on the shoulder and say the line, just to see how he would react.
I didn't, though.