2 Israelis killed in incident in West Bank
Israeli police said a West Bank car overturning that left an Israeli man and his baby dead was an accident.
Israeli police said a West Bank car overturning that left an Israeli man and his baby dead was an accident.
A car crashed into the front steps of a Pittsburgh-area synagogue.\n
As the events unfolded, it was a story that could only be measured against the biblical account of Job. It was everyone\’s worst nightmare.
Hello, my name is Caroline, and I am in love with my car … there I\’ve said it.
On the way to Los Angeles International Airport this afternoon, I thought I was about to be murdered.
My blind date, Scott, likes college hoops, \’80s TV and helping others. I like his cute tuchus. I\’m thinkin\’ we\’d make a fine pair of Jews. We stray from the first date playbook and follow a Santa Monica dinner with a Main Street stroll. As we walk past yet a third unique boutique on our way to get dessert (that we don\’t want) and more time together (which we do), Scott says those three little words that can rock a girl\’s world. \”There\’s my car.\”
It\’s a PT Cruiser — washed and waxed today, valid registration, parked less than 12 inches from the curb. No fuzzy dice, high school tassel or pine-scented Playmate air freshener. The car doesn\’t scream \”show-off\” or \”shady,\” Speed Racer or gas guzzler. What it screams is middle-aged dad. More specifically — my dad.
We\’ve just paid $3,000 for a new mattress.
\”It\’s not a mattress,\” the salesman sniffed. \”It\’s a sleeping system.\” His accent
A new anti-oil television advertising campaign that is intended to needle the consciousness of fuel-guzzling SUV owners will be making a lot of local residents uncomfortable.
It was nearly midnight when Louis Roth\’s seder ended and we packed ourselves into my old Bug. My wife, Kyongcha, rode shotgun; Steve, my 12-year-old brother, shared the cramped back seat with a case of matzo and boxes of kosher-for-Passover canned goods from the chaplain\’s office. It was enough to supply each of the seven Jews in my U.S. Army signal battalion.