BYE BYE GAZA - Barry Chamish

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fought back as they stood outside in 20 degree F cold for no
reason other than obedience to barbaric laws.
On a personal level, if I want to be accommodated with
almost everyone in my circles, I have to go outside their
homes to savor my unhealthy habit. The unflappable Ray
Antoky housed me in his empty parents' home in Brooklyn on
condition that I smoke outside. For three days I stepped onto
the freezing stoop when I lit up.
It was on evening two when I stepped out and within
seconds a taxi sped to the curb opposite me and stopped. A
sexy lady with a Latino accent stepped out and asked me if
I'd like to join her in the cab.
I turned down the invitation. I wasn't in the mood to be
drugged and videotaped. The next evening, I was in Zeev
Brenner's studio being interviewed on his popular radio
show. Ray sat beside me being as quiet as he was able
while I did my shpiel. Throughout the show, people called in
to ask me questions. We counted some ten calls backed up.
But when the time came to take the calls, Zeev was
mystified. All the calls but two had disappeared, apparently
cut off.
The first call, from Passaic was from a teenage boy named
Shai, who thanked me for telling the truth about the Rabin
murder. But the next call was not typical, and from the start,
sounded scripted. The caller began, "I love the Yidden of
Yesha." Zeev soon after noted, "No one has ever called them
the Yidden of Yesha before. It sounded phony." The caller
then proceeded to rant at me, calling me a liar three times
before Zeev finally cut him off.
We recounted the incident and Ray concluded that we had
witnessed a moderately high level piece of interference.
Mystery In Highland
Next came Highland in Southern California, home of the
surfers, beach blondes and hot rods, At least, that's what I