When I’m cold, I’ll never put on a sweater— I‘m tougher than that.
“Excuse me, do you have the time?” She peered intently at me, her brown eyes eagerly seeking my answer.
I picked up my wooden cane and aimed it at the group of girls who’d accosted me.
“The time? All times are good times with Bais Yaakov!” And we all dissolved into giggles.
Way back in the 90s, airports were still fun places to visit. Couples went there on dates, parents took their kids there to run up and down the long hallways and watch planes land and take off from the observation deck. Security was the responsibility of a single clerk or two who manned the entrances to various wings.
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