Marla led us to the center of the area and stood there talking away. Neon lit the glass front of a shop, and I became vaguely aware of the blue letters advertising that most sacred and holy of vices, "Cubans". She talked, and I edged my way backwards, oh so slowly, into the shop. I was so afraid they would close before she shut up, and I needed a foot in the door, which I had. I walked in, and there, in the humidor on the left side, was half a box of Monte Cristo #2 Hand Rolled Cuban Cigars. I bought three. This is a picture of me, right out in front of the store, with a lit #2 in my hand. Do I look happy to you? I'm going to take this moment to communicate something to you. This day I had, started with walking through Jerusalem, included the Dead Sea Scrolls, cute young scantily clad Jewish ladies, and now, my absolutely favorite experience. Just doing any one of those things would have made my year. But so much happened after that, each thing absolutely incredibly great in its own right, just one great thing after the next. And this is how my life has been, consistently, since about March. Things just keep getting better and better, with no major calamity, nothing terribly wrong, maybe some minor annoyances maybe, but the positive always greatly outweighs the negative.
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