Suddenly, the train felt quite roomy, and the air did not feel stuffy at all
It’s been a long time since I rode the D train to yeshivah, and rarely do I find myself on any train these days. Yet the other night I found myself waiting for a train in Yerushalayim.
The Talmud Torah of two of my grandsons was sponsoring a siyum to celebrate the completion of the masechta, and as grandparents, both my wife and I were privileged to attend.
After the festivities, my wife and I realized that a quick and inexpensive way to return to our apartment would be by taking the light rail.
We walked to the Central Bus Station, and along with about 50 other people of all stripes and colors, we eagerly anticipated the train’s arrival. The night was warm, and many people crowded the platform.
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