Aaron Leibel's Israel Blog

If you are familiar with Israel, I almost will be able to hear you say, "Yeah, that's Israel, alright" when you finish reading this post.

Every year, when my wife and I visit our family in the Jewish state, we have a "yom Leibel," Leibel day, when the sons-in-law and the grandchildren are left at home and the daughters, Bonnie and I do something together.

A few years ago, we were visiting some of the spots in Jerusalem that were new, at least new to us, built after we left the country.

We were at the Supreme Court — a beautiful building — walking down a long corridor with doors every 50 feet or so along one of the walls. The daughters tried each door but they were all locked.

We got to the end of the corridor and turned around. Suddenly, one of the doors opened and about 25 people exited the room. When the room was empty, we went in. There was a man inside, dressed in a suit and gathering up papers. Apparently, he was a Supreme Court official.

The conversation went something like this: "You're not allowed in this room." "We just want to look around." "I'm sorry, but you can't stay." "Just for a moment. We'll leave in a minute. Please."

"Oh, Okay.”

That's the daughters, elevated to their new temporary positions.

Photo “Justices” Lauren Cohen, Abby Leibel, Debra Goldschmidt