More is...more.

Running Springs, Bais Chana 5767.

It's 4:00 am and for some reason (ethernet cord) I'm stuck sitting in the office with the night shift. (Sarah and her mom got the job by just walking up to gate and asking.)

What's Judaism's take on non-Jews? Why do Arabs have a problem with Israel?

I've been there already since midnight and now it's clear: no work is getting done tonight.

A few countries, old memories, French films, and opinionated comments later, the mom turns to me and says, "I just love Jane Austen."

And suddenly I wonder why we didn't just start off on that subject.