In Jerusalem’s Cafe Bezalel, Moshe stood behind Avrom and stared over his shoulder.
Ignoring Moshe’s gaze, Avrom continued tapping on the screen of his iPhone.
“Vas makhstu?” Moshe asked.
“I’m pinning pictures onto my Pinterest pinboards.”
Vas iz Pinterest?” Moshe queried.
“It’s a free website. I joined it a few weeks ago. It’s fun.
You should try it.
You Moshe, may even love it.”
“They’ve got millions images, they call pins and you collect them.”
Moshe smiled and crinkled his eyes in disbelief, “Sounds like a lot of fun collecting images on my phone. My phone already has a camera.”
“Moshe, you won’t believe how quickly your collection grows—like weeds in your garden.
I’ve got a whole bunch of pins on my Israel pinboard.
Who would have thought, I’d hold in my hand a Israeli picture library.”
“So Avrom, you’re telling me that you’re a Zionist with an interest in Pinterest?
“Yup and that’s pretty good poetry Moshe.”
“Do they have any pins of hot, young Sabras?” Avrom asked.
“Of course they do. They even have young Israeli women soldiers in uniform carrying Uzis.”
“Well now that you got my interest, how many pins have you collected?”
“I’ve already collected over 250 pins in my Israel collection.
Dozens of maps of Israel—from the 12 tribes to today’s map.
Moshe, you told me that you were a numismatist and a philatelist.
Now you can collect electronic pictures of those coins and stamps.”
Here’s my phone take a gander at my collection of Israeli film posters, vintage travel posters, photos of Masada, the Dead Sea, Ein Gedi and those cuties holding Uzis.
Moshe wrapped his fingers around Avrom’s phone and slowly scrolled through the pins.
Es iz gut. I’ll give it a try. What can it hurt.
I’ll become a Zionist with an interest in Pinterest.”
“Moshe, one day you’ll have over 250 Israeli pins.
You’ll pick up your phone and review each and every one of them.
And then it will hit you—how lucky and proud you are to be a Jew, an Israeli and a Zionist.”