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Circle the Wagons

5/6/2024

It has been at least a few weeks since I wrote “They Are Not Innocent”, and in that time so much has happened around the World, in Israel, and in the USA, that I can’t get my brain around it. It is clear now that the Hamas embedded in the college campuses across the United States and Canada was ready for its response to the October massacre of Israelis, living and celebrating in the border communities next to the Gaza strip. The protests began outside of Israel, even as Hamas was broadcasting, on the internet with cellphone and Go-Pro cameras, its murder, rape, beheadings, incineration of babies, etcetera, part of a well organized plan to eradicate the Jews in Israel, once and for all.

As an American-Israeli (yes I pay taxes in both countries) living in Israel during this war on five-fronts (Hamas in Gaza, Hezbollah in Lebanon, Hamas in Judea and Samaria, Houtis in Yemen and the Red Sea, and Iran and other proxies), the overwhelming amount of nonsensical news of the World’s reaction to our self-defense is mind blowing. Every time I sit to write about it, I don’t know where to start.

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Remembering MY Dad

5/3/2024

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I received the call from my brother, just before 4:00 AM IST that my father, George Guth, passed away at the age of 94 years. Since he outlived my mother, his brother, most of our relatives, and his friends, I thought to remember him here to you as a final tribute. The times have changed and an obituary with his name in the Sequim newspaper would go unnoticed. Sadly, when you live to age 94, where your circle has expired, the possibility of exiting your life without anyone noticing is very real.

I was a member of a group in Denver, linked to the "Hevra Kadisha", or the Jewish burial society, where we were on call to make the quorum of 10 men needed for the mourners to say the Kaddish prayer. Denver had many "old timers" whose children had left town many years before leaving their parents to volunteers, like me, to accompany them to their final resting place. It struck me that problem with a long life was that it could be a life lived alone at the end. I loved doing this job, this "mitzva", because of the stories told at the graveside, by members of the community, of the deceased and their contributions to Denver's rich history. I loved these stories, and perhaps that is the reason that QSO Today has been about stories.

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Circle the Wagons

Remembering MY Dad

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