It’s where I shop, get news, keep in touch with friends and relatives, conduct research, drum up work, do business and of course, share a slice of my life and opinions with others via this blog.
Which, earlier in the week, led to a very nice, cyberspace-fostered encounter. An Israeli woman living in Toronto who has read my blog and offered advice when I was wringing my hands over Raphael’s difficulty with the move to HLC (Holy Land Central), e-mailed last week to inform that she’s in the country. “Why don’t we get the two super-heroes together?” she suggested.
So we met at Banana Beach and after some initial sparring, the boys yucked it up, chased each other, shed clothing and splashed in the Med while we “adult types” exchanged stories, advice and information.
As Raph & I made our way home after dark, I marveled over the concept of spending the afternoon with someone literally by virtue of the virtual world. Now, could my mother have done that in her day using smoke signals? I think not.