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connected with the e motion of happiness associated to the ecstas y
of having whole neighborhoods closed to vehicular traffic in honor
of the Shabbat. Laughter encourages this co mpilation of thought.
I rarely wait for lights to change and on busier streets, wit h
disregard for traffic regulations, weave my way between the
moving cars, as I have for the better part of my life . In the modern
era, this could be prosecuted as the crime of jaywalking. The
horror so visible in the face of motor vehicles' drivers, the
dra matic expressions overco me the instinct to be in control behind
their steering wheels , and as such make a point to scowl or screa m
at me. I yelled yell back at them, "The Street Belongs to the
People!" Automobile owners are shameful for bringing dirt and
noise into the residential areas ; that would prefer, to have nothing
of the m! As I passed imprisoned trees, I often uprooted weeds that
were choking their roots within two feet square break in the
cement sidewalk; everywhere I walk cement and tar, when will I
feel the earth under my feet! The trees of Safrascity sent forth EM
impulses to speak of my kindness in the ears of my garden in
Israel; the plants like an orchestra perform harmoniously these
many long years until the time of this writing.
As mentioned previously, during my strolls through Safrascit y
I overcame many hurdles, but lost neither a step nor a breath in
my disposition to any future towards which I strive. Amusement
machinations utilized by the modern authorities placed the mselves
in a strange array to sign my crossing streets, to blast their sire n
gadgets; all to make known that my actions were under intense
scrutiny. I was glad to see how much attention was paid to my
efforts to arouse Safrascity to the human joys dormant within each
of us. Few people ignored my shenanigans and engaged in
conversation with me during my bus trips. If so meone urged me to
quiet down, I typically raved in fie rce tones my intent to use my
voice before quietude will encomp ass me unto the grave (and
concluding that I could deign to shout even fro m there, at him o r
her)! Why was I so interested to discern the innards of volcano?
A most pleasant of all these occasi ons was during the ride I sat
next to an elderly Jewish woman who not only held a lengthy
discussion with me but invited me to attend the opera (at her
expense) to which she was going. I declined for reason that I was
on my way to visit my nephew and parte d with a countenance o f
mutual appreciation. I sort of live by thee saying a human is wort h
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