I hate teenagers
At least, the ones who bonfired last night and left every lot in the city a garbage-strewn mess.
Sadly, though, you get used to that after living through a few Lag B'Omers here. No, there's a special reason I'm bringing on the hate: My husband was the first one up this morning. He was outside and looked at the remains of last night's bonfires on the empty lot next door to us.
Not only had these juvenile delinquents left piles of garbage everywhere, not only had they put their stolen grocery cart (used for hauling sometimes stolen wood to the fire site) INTO the fire so it could be destroyed...no, that wasn't enough.
The stupid, irresponsible, lazy ****s didn't completely put out their fire and it was still burning this morning! Luckily it didn't spread, but it very well might have.
We've done the bonfire/barbecue thing in that lot many times, but aside from a few blackened rocks, you'd never know it the day after. I know teenagers are by definition not really supposed to care about their fellow man, but this is ridiculous!
This year was the first Lag B'omer I can remember (since moving to Israel) that we didn't celebrate with a bonfire. Instead, we joined friends at their house for a barbecue. Great company, great food (especially my own personal Waterloo: chicken wings). They had a CD of classic Israeli hits playing throughout the evening, and we were trying to think of which song could be labeled THE quintessential Israeli song.
Not an easy choice, that's for sure. I could think of several, but I guess my vote would go to the beautiful "Atur Mitzchech", sung by the quintessential Israeli crooner, Arik Einstein:
