Pardon My Interruption: Craig's Thoughts About This And That
Archery season has opened in Texas, so I thought this “shot” from about a week ago would be appropriate. This trio was 400-500 yards away from me, so they were out of range for anything but my Nikon. Oh yeah, I spotted them southeast of Jerusalem, about 6,900 miles away from Dallas, Texas.
Well, it seems that I prematurely published my photo of the ambu-cycle on Monday. Less than 24 hours after posting that photo, I was able to take a photo of an ambu-cycle in action.
The ambu-cycle stopped far enough away to allow the ambulance access, but was there to attempt to stabilize the situation as best as possible until the ambulance could arrive.
In this case, a pedestrian was hit by a bus. Apparently, the pedestrian darted out onto the street in an effort to cross to the other side. It appeared that the bus tried to avoid the man by swerving hard to the left, but still struck him.
In the photo below, the bus driver is explaining to the police what happened. The damage to the windshield is also clearly visible.
The driver was very calm after the victim was taken away. He seemed satisfied that he had done everything he could to avoid the pedestrian.
About 17 years ago, I was sitting in the front seat of a Jerusalem city bus that struck and killed an elderly lady who darted across the street in front of us. The visual of that event is still vivid in my mind.
Over the years, I have noticed that in the Arab market in the Old City, no women work in any of the shops. It matters not what the shop offers for sale, no women work there. However, in the walkways – in front of the shops or other areas of the Old City – it is common to see women selling things from their gardens: grapes, grape leaves, olives, green almonds, etc.
These ambu-cycles are some of the first responders in Israel. Often they have volunteers who ride them around town on the lookout for a car accident or something worse. Due to their size, they can naturally get around and through traffic quicker than traditional size ambulances, and that is sometimes aided by their siren and flashing lights, . . . but not always.
During Succot prayers, I noticed this father and son team. The son was praying in the more traditional way: prayer shawl in place, prayer book in front, and facing the Western Wall. The father, on the other hand, appeared to be phoning in his prayer.
Shouldn’t it have been the other way around?
