Tuesday, June 3 Guardians Golf & Tennis Tournament
Thursday, June 5 Tifereth Israel's 'Girls Night Out'
Friday-Saturday, June 6-7 JFS~Judaism on the Wild Side
Sunday, June 8 Temple Solel~Tikkun Leil Shavuot
LETTER FROM JERUSALEM
Ehud Olmert, does clock tick for thee?
By Ira Sharkansky
 JERUSALEM—There is a clock ticking, and it does not sound like joyous music for Prime Minister Ehud Olmert.
Politicians close to him for many years are saying that the Cabinet cannot deal with crucial issues when the prime minister is concerned with his personal fate. Members of his own Kadima party are talking openly about an early election, and the need to organize primaries to select the party leader. The implication is that it will be a new leader. There are four prominent candidates. Polls show a considerable lead for the foreign minister, Tzipi Livni, and not much support for Ehud Olmert.
 I have not heard one commentator indicate that Olmert is likely to survive the police investigations and the political commotions associated with them.
We have not heard him talk about his political future since a public speech when he denied any wrong doing about two weeks ago. In the last few days he has indicated his agreement to a party primary, but asks that the setting of a date be postponed until his lawyers can cross examine Morris Talansky. Talansky is the American fund raiser who testified last week. Olmert's lawyers said that Talansky's testimony was full of holes, but it has traction as shown by the comments of politicians from all parties, and preparations for a primary in Kadima. Other witnesses are available if Olmert comes to trial. Reports coming out of police inquiries are that one of Olmert's long-time aides has turned against him, with information even more damaging than supplied by Talansky.
Senior officials in the Finance Ministry report that the prime minister has cancelled discussions about the details of next year's budget. They attribute this to Olmert's preoccupation with his personal troubles, and are saying that it will delay the enactment of the budget beyond the timetable legally mandated.
If there is no new budget, it will not stop the government, but it will keep it to current spending levels.
Interest groups want what is promised to them.
The committee of university presidents has said that they cannot open the next academic year without the increased allocations they are expecting. The national association of students is reminding us about agreements concerning tuition and other items important to them.
It will not take long to hear from the unions of primary and secondary school teachers, and all the organizations that have been told that they will get more money for health. There are some very sick people who think they will get better only if the HMOs can implement the additions to the list of medicines that are available at heavily subsidized prices.
The prime minister is scheduled to visit Washington in the next few days. On the schedule, so far, is a meeting with President Bush. If there is a joint press conference, it may sound like the quacking of two lame ducks. If there is no joint press conference, it may be because one or both of them cannot limp to the microphone.
The story is not over. Olmert may slip out of this scandal like he has escaped others, but I would not bet on it.
If he leaves office, many will applaud the rule of law. Some will see a tragedy in a skilled politician who did not get things quite right.
Sharkansky is professor emeritus of political science at Hebrew University
JERUSALEM DIARIES
Jerusalem Day at Mercaz Harav Yeshiva
By Judy Lash Balint
 JERUSALEM—Less than three months ago, the police sirens and flashing lights outside the Mercaz Harav Yeshiva in Jerusalem were in response to a deadly terror attack that left eight students dead.
Tonight, those same sirens and flashing lights were there to ensure the safety of the thousands who came from all over the city to celebrate Yom Yerushalayim--Jerusalem Day, marking the 41st anniversary of the reunification of the city in the 1967 Six Day War.
Every synagogue in the city has its own prayer service on Yom Yerushalayim, but this year, the Mercaz Harav Yeshiva was designated as the central site for observance of the uplifting and relatively brief service.
People dressed in white shirts and blue skirts or pants poured into the yeshiva compound on Zvi Yehuda Street not far from the Central Bus Station as dusk descended on the city.
Despite the large police presence in the street, security at the entrance was no more than the usual cursory glance into bags and faces. Inside, every inch of space was occupied by the overwhelmingly youthful crowd. I managed to squeeze myself onto an outside balcony next to the windows of the Beit Midrash alongside a few hundred other women. The women's section inside was packed with a few hundred more women of every age and size, while dozens more congregated outside where the service was broadcast on a large screen.
The prayer was simple and fervent, but even the sound of the shofar carried a sadness in its tone, and the singing was markedly restrained. Not surprising, as many in the crowd must have been present on that dreadful night a few short months ago when a lone Arab terrorist from a well-to-do eastern Jerusalem clan fired round after round into the bodies of teenage yeshiva students.
Still, as the service ended and everyone emerged into the spacious courtyard in front of the building, a lively band struck up and dancing began. On the way home I passed a few other Jerusalem Day festivities--in Zion Square and Safra Square different kinds of music and dancing were going on. On the bus I ran into friends who were coming from different Yom Yerushalayim observances. Rivka Duker Fishman had just given a lecture at her synagogue on one of her areas of expertise, Jerusalem in Second Temple Times, and another neighbor was part of a walking tour group that had stopped at the top of my street to learn about how UN mediator Count Folke Bernadotte was assassinated there in 1948 by the Lehi Jewish underground.
Tomorrow there will be the flag parade ending in a mass celebration at the Kotel, and a host of other events and tours shining the spotlight on Jerusalem. You can be sure that Mercaz Harav students Neria Cohen,15; Yonatan Yitzhak Eldar, 16; Yonadav Haim Hirshfeld, 19; Yohai Lifshitz, 18; Doron Tronoh Maharata, 26; Avraham David Moses, 16, and Ro'i Rot, 18, would all have wanted to be there.
Operation Homefront: Helping our American troops, no matter our politics
By Rabbi Leonard Rosenthal
 SAN DIEGO—I recently attended a gathering of military chaplains and civilian clergy at the Navy’s Murphy Canyon Chapel. This meeting was called by Admiral Len Hering, Commander of the Navy Region Southwest. His goal was to inform us of the stress and hardships faced by active military personnel and their families during their service in Iraq and Afghanistan and upon their return. We were told that there are only around 40 military chaplains attending to the spiritual needs of 108,000 active Naval personnel and their families in the area. We were also told how important it was for synagogues and churches to aid and support military families.
Especially enlightening was a film we viewed entitled: Between Iraq and a Hard Place. It contains footage and interviews with Marines in battle, shows the traumas they face, and the repercussions of battle. Addressing the clergy were several experts in Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) who described the extended effects of military service in a war zone. The video was moving and disturbing. We are planning to show this video on Selichot night on September 20 and convene a panel of Tifereth Israel members who have served in Iraq or Afghanistan, as well as experts on PTSD.
It is a long time until September and in the meanwhile there is much we can do to support members of the Armed Forces and their families who serve our country regardless of our political views or thoughts about the war.
One of the exhibits at the clergy meeting was sponsored by Operation Homefront. Operation Homefront is collecting new school supplies in June and July to distribute to military families in August. Requested are: spiral notebooks, pencils, notebook paper, notebooks, pens, crayons, markers, rulers, colored pencils, calculators and erasers.
We will be setting up a collection bin at Tifeeth Israel Synagogue for the above new items. I ask you to bring any contribution possible so that we can show the members of the U.S. Armed Services that our synagogue and the Jewish community supports and appreciates their risking their lives, and the sacrifices they make on behalf of all of us.
Below is the text of a “thank you” letter I received from Captain Jonathan M. Gross on behalf of one of our Silverman Preschool students for the pictures that were sent to Iraq as a school project. You can see that our efforts and support are greatly valued.
“Thank you very much for the picture I recently received from Sebastian Tens, a child attending Silverman Preschool. I can’t express in words how nice it is to know that people back home are thinking about us. Thank you for all the support and for reminding us why we do what we do. I am proud to be an American Soldier, your fellow countryman, and a fellow Jew. May Hashem bless you and your congregation for your kind thoughts, prayers and the heartfelt picture which you sent me. Yasher Koach!” —Jonathan M. Gross, Captain, U.S. Army; Brigade Trial Counsel.
Zohan restyles Jewish comedy
By Rabbi Simcha Weinstein
 NEW YORK—Today’s Jewish entertainers would be unrecognizable to our bubbes and zaydes, who fondly recall Borscht Belt comedians in cheap tuxedos, telling corny (and more or less clean) mother-in-law jokes.
To get an idea of the difference a century of assimilation and acceptance can make, compare early Jewish vaudeville star Fanny Brice to Comedy Central’s Sarah Silverman. Brice made quaint tunes like “Second Hand Rose” and “My Man” famous, whereas Silverman’s notorious musical compositions include her paean to the elderly, “You’re Gonna Die Soon,” and the infamous “I Love You More” (“Than Jews Love Money.”)
That kind of irreverent, even offensive humor, with its “in your punim” attitude, is the lingua franca of young Jewish adults, whose common reference points now come from The Simpsons, not the synagogue. Even so, while they aren’t affiliated with synagogues and Jewish Community Centers anymore, these young people are still deeply engaged in Jewish culture, albeit in their own idiosyncratic way.
Today’s Jewish comics aren’t interested in blending into the mainstream, or apologizing for who they are. They are being themselves for better or worse, and have the confidence to laugh about their frailties. The understated “Jew-ish” flavor of the past – usually nothing more than adding a smattering of Yiddish to comic routines -- has been replaced by a brutal matter-of-factness that would make earlier generations of Jewish comics cringe.
A movie like the upcoming Adam Sandler comedy, You Don’t Mess With the Zohan, would have been unthinkable a generation ago. Sandler plays an ex-Mossad commando who dreams of hanging up his Uzi and becoming... a hairdresser in New York City!
When Zohan arrives in the Big Apple, he discovers that leaving his past behind proves difficult, when local Arabs recognize him and try to ruin his new life. Movies like Zohan actually shine a spotlight on Jewish identity rather than downplaying it.
I call this new comic sensibility “the shtick shift.”
True, the Sandlers and Silvermans of this world can make us cringe, with their daring, no-holds-barred humor. Yet in today’s world, blighted as it is with conflicts and catastrophes, maybe contemporary comedy can help us all cope, and even overcome.
Now more than ever, we need courage. And let’s face it: it takes courage to laugh at ourselves.
ARTS IN REVIEW
A production you'll get a big bang out of
By Carol Davis
 SOLANA BEACH, California—OK! So it’s not The Essential Kabbalah by Daniel C. Matt, but it is clever. I’m talking about The Big Bang, the off-beat musical by Boyd Graham, (book and lyrics) and Jed Feuer, now in a fun and frenzied production at the North Coast Rep. here.
The Big Bang is a 90-minute, once in a lifetime, visual roller coaster ride through and about the span of civilization from the formation of the planet to the 20th century. Well, they make it through the ‘60’s before time becomes their enemy, and then it becomes more and more reduced to a final exit strategy in sixty seconds or less. Of course we’ll never know how long The Big Bang took either.
 In 2000, The Big Bang was produced Off Broadway. All the music is original and there are about 24 musical numbers laced throughout the skits. The entire show would take four 3-hour installments so the creators have reduced it to 90 minutes. The premise is that we the audience are encouraged to be the backers for Jed (Andrew Ableson) and Boyd’s (Omri Schein) $83,500,000 musical idea of The Big Bang. So in essence, what we are seeing is an audition by the creators to sell their project. In reality however, the show has the potential of becoming the Big Disaster. We have to imagine that’s why the two are working with incredible speed to race through their idea.
These two or the Big Cast morph into 318 characters along with the one piano sounding like a, what else, Big Band for The Big Bang! It’s one small company made to look like a Big Musical of epic proportions something like Wagner’s “The Ring” only a lot funnier... By evenings end, the two are completely breathless, worn out and must be having a Big Chuckle at our gullibility and enthusiasm. Anyone looking to invest also must have Big Pockets! “The first fifteen people to invest $10,000 or more will receive coupons for FREE bagels from Leonard’s of Long Island.”
The audition takes place in the Park Avenue apartment of friends, who are away on a trip to Israel, Dr. Sid and Sylvia Lipbalm. (Before the show started Sam and Eve Appel, who I later learned were past members of the NCR Board, happened to be sitting right in front of me, and it was their larger-than-life Andy Warhol looking images hanging over the fireplace, who were supposed to be the best friends of the Lipbalms. Mrs. Appel was, surprisingly, not happy with their lookalike screen prints hanging in the theatre.)
In fact all the set pieces and decorations were ingeniously incorporated into the show either as a part of a prop, costume, (Peter Hartman) or as an embellishment to capture a character. Once again Marty Burnett worked wonders with the set design. Upon a first look, you might have said to yourself, “I could live in this apartment.” Unfortunately by evenings end, with all useable parts of furniture and accoutrements in shambles, your mind would be changed.
It goes on, through four billion years, starting in darkness and fast-forwarding to well….
Adam and Eve, and a little reenactment of the apple tease (“Free Food and Frontal Nudity”) by sadly getting booted out of The Garden of Eden, Caesar not paying attention to the soothsayer (“Wake Up Caesar”) warning of The Ides of March, building the Pyramids, a pair of Jewish slaves schlepping stones to build the Sphinxes. There is reference to the Virgin Mary (“Being the mother of God, must be a Hell of a job”) and Mrs. Gandhi sharing notes. Gandhi joins in the mix complaining that her grown son still wears diapers to “I’m No Crook! /I’ll Drink To That” in their portrayal of Richard Nixon and Betty Ford. Ouch!
Some of my favorite looks were when a black-lacquered clock with gold trim sitting under the pictures of the Appels (ooops, the Lipbalms) on the mantelpiece became Napoleon’s three-cornered hat. Another was a basket of fruit on the bar that doubled (sans fruit) as a bonnet. The golden straw that nestled the fruit became the hair while two barely workable umbrellas served as a crinoline slip with a curtain ripped off the window, draped around the umbrellas that acted as a dress for their Southern Belle in an ante-bellum Southern era routine. The shtick is clever.
One of the most ingenious aspects of the show is the lightning rod speed with which both actors change characters and costumes and right in front of the audience. It was interesting to note that before we entered the theatre, a friend commented that the actors ran around in their boxer shorts. Now I know why; they had to work with amazing speed and coordination (well, most of the time) to change characters. And the non-stop conversation is priceless.
There are lots of Yiddish references thrown in. Before we sat down we were given a ‘Letter to Potential Investors” stating that… “It is with great pride and nachas (Yiddish for ‘special joy’, not to be confused with Spanish for ‘corn chips and cheese’)”. Further down in the letter they ask that we have rachmones (Yiddish for sympathy not to be confused with the Russian composer) on the two performers who will play all 318, etc., etc.
Some of the jokes are just plain off the boards, but under Rick Simas’ tight direction, the skilled acting abilities of both Ableson and Schein (a former SDSU student of Simas) and the talented Withers, and with a willing audience this tour de force for the most part, soared. It’s one of those shows that might sustain a longer run if the word gets out that it’s just pure unadulterated fun, not to be confused with any political leanings. It’s an equal opportunity offender with some of the gags falling flat and some really witty and tickling the funny bone. One thing that cannot be denied, the gifted cast works their collective derrières off physically and vocally.
Sheila and Jeff Lipinsky, Adam and Marti Rosenberg, Holly Smith James and The Tedesco Family generously contributed to making the production of this show possible.
The Big Bang continues through June 22 at The North Coast Repertory Theatre. For more information: NorthCoastRep.org is their site.
See you at the theatre
REFLECTIONS
Why the Bella Family Circle stopped its annual tradition of selling white elephants
{Editor's Note: Here is another story in the Bella Family Chronicles, in which Sheila Orysiek relates some of her family memories. Previous stories in the series included descriptions of Passover seders, a family picnic, a trip to the shore, the cousins club, and membership in the family circle.)
By Sheila Orysiek
 SAN DIEGO—Through my childhood, even extending into my young adulthood, I assumed that everyone had a large extended family circle which met once a month in one another’s homes, planned events and kept in constant contact. I didn’t realize how blessed I was to be part of this unique family group. Frankly, I took it for granted; children do that. It was not only how they related to one another that was noteworthy - but how they solved the problems that inevitably arise between people who are related. The Bella Family Circle was a lesson in that regard. We can choose our friends, but we can’t choose our relatives. That so many people chose to maintain this kind of close contact for decades is a noteworthy achievement. The White Elephant Auction put that problem solving to the test.
By the early 1960’s the Bella Family Circle dues (recently increased to $2.00 per month per adult) were no longer able to defray enough of the expenses of the various annual activities and incidental expenses such as the monthly bulletin sent out by Sunshine Committee (Cousin Annie - committee of one). At the same time the younger generation of Second Cousins (my group) was now teenagers approaching college, so family budgets were not as flexible as they had been. Thus, the membership (all descendants or those married to descendants of Great Grandmother Bella) decided to have an annual White Elephant Auction to bring a bit more cash into the coffers.
Since the Seder was in the spring, the Trip and Picnic were summer events, it seemed a good idea to have the White Elephant Auction at the monthly meeting just before Hanukah – like an unexpected gift. There was also the possibility that if the item was too much of a white elephant one might re-wrap it and re-gift it for some lucky recipient at other holiday parties.
The world famous Bella Family Circle Organizing Committee, presided over by our iconic Parliamentarian, Aunt Bessia – a scholar of Robert’s Rules of Order - set the rules as follows:
1. The item had to be something already owned – one couldn’t go out and purchase it (this was to foreclose any possibility of competition raising its grisly head).
2. The donor was to remain anonymous.
3. No one else was to divulge the donor’s identity.
4. To give it a festive air all items were to be packaged in Hanukah wrapping paper.
5. Bids were to start at $1.00 and be in increments of 25 cents.
6. A one word hint could be written on the package such as: “fragile” or “useful” or “antique” or “child” or “adult.”
7. All sales were final.
8. No returns.
9. Cash only. (thus, ID was unnecessary)
The first year it wasn’t difficult to find at least one item around the house that was interesting or useful while at the same time expendable. The problem was finding something no one had seen at the donor’s house since we met monthly (and had for twenty five years) at various homes, it was fairly common for knickknacks, etc., to be recognizable.
The first White Elephant Auction went off smoothly, with much laughter and raised enough money for the treasury to pay a larger portion of the various activities and excursions. It was so successful that we voted to add it to the regular yearly agenda.
The second year of the Auction was also fun, lucrative and fairly inventive. But by the third year, it became by necessity more inventive and therefore much more problematic. People were running out of White Elephants. Desperation gave birth to innovation or simply lack of caution as to who had given what to whom for a simcha in the past. Aunt Helen was not happy when her bid bought her a package containing a pair of Sabbath candlesticks she had given a cousin on the occasion of that cousin’s wedding. Nor was Cousin Dan happy when the item he bought turned out to be the tallit his wife had embroidered for a nephew’s Bar Mitzvah.
A package labeled “fragile” – and though handled cautiously - still rattled in an ominous fashion, turned out to be several boxes of pasta. The Cousin who bought it still felt it was worth more than she had bid so though she was disappointed she was not unhappy. It was “practical.”
Then finally we came to the last package which was very long – about 4 feet in length - narrow and zoftig (squeezable) but not bendable. Nothing was heard when shaken. When dropped it landed almost without at sound and most intriguing of all was labeled: “Very Useful.” The bidding was long, intense and goaded by the label indicating its usability; the bids exceeded anything we had seen before. Then Aunt Bessia raised her hand, and with her natural authority, aura and demeanor made the final bid of $10.00; a hitherto unheard of amount. No one wanted to be known as the “Cousin who had bid against Aunt Bessia.” And so no one did.
The package was handed over and everyone watched as she slowly - magisterially (with a natural dramatic sense of the moment) - unwrapped it. Something white……not an elephant…but white. Something cylindrical – several cylindrical items….in a row…..strung on an old red stick; a broom stick (minus the broom), threaded with rolls of toilet tissue - four feet of toilet tissue. There was silence in the room. Everyone waited to take their cue from Aunt Bessia, our beloved Parliamentarian and the first Aunt to become President after we had run out of Uncles - without giving up her office of Parliamentarian. It is a testament to our respect that she was able to hold both offices simultaneously and thus ruling on the appropriateness of her own presidential decisions.
She smiled, but she was not amused. Ten dollars could fill the gas tanks of several cars at that time, two people could (frugally) eat for a week, and toilet tissue cost well under a dollar. Aunt Bessia was too much of a patrician to pout or complain, instead she sat down - her dignity unthreatened - surrounded by toilet tissue. It was a wise move.
Everyone felt it was not a good situation and she was offered (by acclamation) the opportunity to return the tissue and get her money back. However, she reminded us of Rules 7 and 8. The package had been properly marked – it was indeed “Very Useful” (although that fact was not discussed and certainly not envisioned). Obviously the donor had not considered who the purchaser might be.
Still the entire incident seemed unfair. Someone then made a motion, which Aunt Bessia strategically did not rule “out of order,” that the Bella Family Circle would send the $10.00 to Israel and buy a tree in Aunt Bessia’s name – in fact $10.00 bought five trees. So, she ended up with a “Very Useful” item (she kept it) plus her name on trees in Israel. Everyone was happy: Aunt Bessia, the Bella Family Circle membership and the State of Israel.
No one made a motion to have the White Elephant Auction on the agenda for the next year. We had obviously run out of White Elephants.
ADVENTURES IN SAN DIEGO JEWISH HISTORY
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Bergen Belsen Director to Speak
From Southwestern Jewish Press, December 12, 1946, page 2
The opening lecture of the United Jewish Fund Community Forum brings S. Michael Gelber to the platform on Monday, December 16, at the Temple Center. The speaker knows well the problems of the Jews now in Germany, and the varied programs through which they will be prepared for a useful life and a permanent home. Heading the program of the Bergen-Belsen camp for displaced or stateless Jews, the 28-year-old Canadian veteran served as director of the Joint Distribution Committee operations in the entire British Zone of Germany.
Mr. Gelber first came to Germany with the British Airforce occupation. He was stationed about twenty miles from Bergen-Belsen where the Joint Distribution Committee had early established a center for care and supplementary assistance to the Displaced Persons who were in the area. So interested did the young flying officer (a rank corresponding to the American captain) become in Joint Distribution Committee activities, that when he became eligible for discharge from the servicehe requested his discharge in Germany, and there joined the Joint Distribution Committee staff.
Mr. Gelber studied in Upper Canada College, Toronto, and took his B.A. at Columbia University. He interrupted his graduate studies at Columbia University to volunteer for duty in the Canadian Air Corps. Early in 1945 Mr. Gelber attended the Zionist World Congress in London where he served as secretary of the Canadian Delegation.
S. Michael Gelber is a competent and effective spaker who from his first hand experiences has a keen understanding of the European scene, and is able to bring up-to-the-minute information.
Black Book Now at Public Library
From Southwestern Jewish Press, December 12, 1946, page 3
The Black Book was received this week at the San Diego Public Library.
Compiled by the Jewish Black Book Committee, it includes the work of the World Jewish Congress of New York; the Jewish Anti-Fascist Committee of Moscow; the Vaad Leumi and the American Committee of Jewish Writers, Artists and Scientists of New York.
It is impossible to describe this volume. It is a record of horror. It is a detailed account of the Nazi crime against the Jewish people.
Fully annotated and indexed, the Black Book also includes as appendieces the ver batim examples of Nazi legislation against Jews.
Welcome Home...A Job Well Done
From Southwestern Jewish Press, December 12, 1946, page 4
James Effron, who served in the Medical Administrative Corps of the U.S. Army for three years with the rank of lieutenant, has just been released and as returned to San Deigo, with his wife, Essie, and three-year-old son, Gary. At one time, Mr Effron was in charge as commanding officer of the 2000 bed hospital at Billings General Hospital in Indiana.
Mrs. Effron is the daughter of Rabbi and Mrs. N.I. Addleson of the Hollywood Temple Beth-El. She has many relatives here in San Diego. Mr. Effron is the son of Mr. and Mrs. Hyman Effron of Mission Beach.
After a short rest, James will return to business with his father and brother. The young Effrons are residing at 3139 Gregory Street where they will be happy to resume the many friendships they made here before.
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SAN DIEGO JEWISH WORLD THE WEEK IN REVIEW
Middle East
Zbig's efforts to accommodate Iranian mullahs didn't work then; won't work now by Shoshana Bryen in Washington D.C.
Author asserts Palestinians' ancestors converted under pressure from Islam by Donald H. Harrison in San Diego
Judaism
The Sinai and the modesty commandment by Rabbi Leonard Rosenthal in San Diego
Yes, she was Jewish, but she had to ask her father what Yom Kippur was all about by Rabbi Baruch Lederman in San Diego
The Arts
'La Jolla North' at the Statford Festival with Des McAnuff; Shaw Festival also pleases by Carol Davis in Stratford, Ontario, Canada
Adventures in San Diego Jewish History
—November 7, 1946: Junior Charity League
—November 7, 1946: Relatives Sought
—December 12, 1946: Maxwell Kaufman To Be Honored At Dinner
Yael Bugin in Kibbutz Kfar Aza, Israel: Kfar Aza resident to Hamas: We are here!
Cynthia Citron in Los Angeles: Ford, Lebouef and Spielberg team up for another hilarious Indiana Jones adventure
Carol Davis in San Diego: Zeji Ozeri starts San Diego Jewish Art Festival off with a zesty Israel tribute
Ulla Hadar in Ibim, Israel: Students have village of own in Ibim
Donald H. Harrison in San Diego: WIZO dinner, JAFI director provide perspectives on North American Jewry
Sheila Orysiek in San Diego: Chapter Ten in the serialization of her novel, Reluctant Martyr
Ira Sharkansky in Jerusalem: Olmert probe may trigger government crisis
Adventures in San Diego Jewish History: What was the Jewish community news in 1946? Who were the newsmakers? Our archives answer these questions in daily installments
Shoshana Bryen in Washington, D.C.: Israel-Syria deal wouldn't sweep away Iran
Donald H. Harrison in San Diego: Songwriter versifies about religion, food, loneliness—'whatever is happening'
David Strom in San Diego: The Jewish boy who became a Nazi mascot
Janet Tiger in San Diego: Naval Supply Center hosts Holocaust survivor at remembrance days observance
Adventures in San Diego Jewish History: What was the Jewish community news in 1946? Who were the newsmakers? Our archives answer these questions in daily installments
Carol Davis in San Diego: Busy Salovey launches 15th Annual Lipinsky Family San Diego Jewish Arts Festival
Donald H. Harrison in San Diego: Jewish Agency for Israel, UJF weigh Ibim Student Village partnership's direction
Evelyn Kooperman in San Diego: San Diego Jewish Trivia: Football
Brian Schaefer in San Diego: A Jew contemplates his new right to marry
Adventures in San Diego Jewish History: What was the Jewish community news in 1946? Who were the newsmakers? Our archives answer these questions in daily installments
Ulla Hadar in Kibbutz Ruhama, Israel: A baby owl gladdens Kibbutz Kfar Aza
Donald H. Harrison in San Diego: Rev. John Hagee and the American Jewish problem with Christian fundamentalists
Sheila Orysiek in San Diego: 'Another' finds and civilizes lonely man
Adventures in San Diego Jewish History: What was the Jewish community news in 1939 or 1940? Who were the newsmakers? Our archives answer these questions in daily installments
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