I had dawdled so much at el Deir that I forgot I had to meet the rest of my tour group at the end of town. My own legs too worn, I hopped on a poor mule called Michael Jackson who nearly had a heart attack to take me to the entrance of the Siq.On my flight back from Tel Aviv connecting via Atlanta, I was trying to get settled in my aisle seat. An elderly gentleman walking down the aisle held out his hand to me saying in a slow drawl, "I like your hat." As I shook his hand, my eyes were at his waist level- I spotted his belt buckle inscribed with a giant JC. JC I thought. JC? Then I saw the secret service men trailing behind him. Jimmy Carter was on my plane. I was pleasantly flushed and starstruck for days- as you know I am a humongous huuuge fan of JC- my favorite living president. It was worth going to Haifa just for this treat.
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