Coming To Town

The psychic, Sophia, began to describe my spirit guide. “Um, he’s in kind of a nineteenth century garb. Vest coat. Pocket watch. What else is he showing me? He was a professor. He was a teacher. Is there someone around...
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After waking up among the tipis of Root Society, Rob and I grabbed two bikes and rode out toward the deep playa. On the horizon, we could see what looked like a wall of dust coming toward us as we...
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Having been invited to speak at the Beth Chaim Men’s Club Breakfast on the subject of Israeli Street Art, I knew this group of suburban guys and their interim Rabbi would have more than a couple questions about how I,...
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