I cannot remember the source of the title for this, my final article… probably from an old English song. But it is fitting for this address to my many readers across the world who have responded to my published articles from 9 different countries over the past five years.
My very first article in the TIMES OF ISRAEL was published in August 2015. Five years later, my final article # 1,128, also will appear in the same month of August.
Coincidence or hashgacha pratit— Divine intervention?
My writing consists now of 23 bound volumes in more than 3,000 printed pages. They take up too much space on my bookshelves and I am considering taking them to a publisher to be re-bound in 2 large books, . entitled “Random Thoughts”. The cost of publishing them will exceed the number of pages !
For several of the five years in which my articles appeared in print I would be pleased to read the comments which follow at the end of the online article in response from readers who either agreed or disagreed with my words or somehow who found a way to reply directly to my personal e-mail address.
For almost one year now I have not read many comments from readers. There seems to be a loss of interest in the thoughts of an unpopular blogger.
I am old and tired and I feel it best to cease from my writing while I still maintain relatively good health of body and clarity of mind.
Three women deserve much gratitude for their help and suggestions over the past 5 years.
They are my esteemed editors, Miriam Herschlag and Anne Gordon . God bless them both.
One woman deserves 100% of the credit. It was my beloved late wife Rahel who encouraged and inspired me and who urged me to continue my writing after her death in 2016.
So with this final article, # 1,128, now is the time when we must say goodbye.
To the staff and editors of the TIMES OF ISRAEL and to faithful readers everywhere I wish you all good health, long years of life, happiness and success in all the works of your hands.
As I write this with emotion and with tears in my eyes, I recall the words which Charles Dickens attributed to the miserly Scrooge in his 1843 delightful novel “A Christmas Carol”.
Old Scrooge who bore a Hebrew name, Ebeneezer (Even Ezra), looked out at the society surrounding him and decided that it was indeed just “Bah, humbug” !
Humbug or not, I have made this decision based upon very recent personal and private incidents. Both incidents have caused me pain and needless grief.
Now I can begin to be me once again, not subject to cautions.
Shalom and much love from a writer of Rishon Lezion. We once had the greatest leader in our history. A man who struggled with peace and who embraced peace. A humble man who loved his country and its people— all of his people. A man who placed country before self. A man who spoke truth and with whom “fake news” did not exist. It is still painful to live without a great and honest, caring in-corruptable prime minister… another Menachem Begin.
And when one is misjudged it is time to say farewell.
Achshav ha zman she nitztarech l’omar shalom. Now is the time when we must say goodbye !
V’im lo achshav— aimatai? And if not now, when ???