Getting smart in our old age

For once, the problem wasn't that we'd bought so much at the not-so-local kosher supermarket that we couldn't carry it home without killing ourselves. The problem was that it was 94 degrees Fahrenheit (34.4 Celsius). If we had waited for a bus, then for a subway--especially with the leftovers from ye friendly kosher Chinese restaurant--the Salamone-Punster Palace would probably have become Salmonella City. Thank goodness for "car services"/taxicabs.

And now, we're off to an Israeli folk dance marathon. So much for watching the Independence Day fireworks. Ah, the sacrifices we make for art, er, exercise, er, whatever. :)