So I walk into this Roman port city on the Mediterranean, Caesarea.

 And I see a teenager wearing a t-shirt that says “Baltimore Lacrosse.”

“Anyone here from Baltimore?” I ask.

Someone recognizes me.

We had worked the polls together at Fallstaff Middle School several elections ago.

Her son just had his Bar Mitzvah.

She is the sister of Katie Curran O’Malley.

Only in the Land of Israel.

Just before I leave, I ask a member of our group to take a picture of me.

I stand next to a statue without its head. My mother had done so more than 50 years ago.

I’m wearing the Coca Cola (in Hebrew) t-shirt that my twin niece and nephew, Rachel and Elliot, gave me when we came here to celebrate their Bar and Bat Mitzvah.

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As we approach, the Rabin memorial in downtown Tel Aviv, our guide says, “When he was killed, five million Israelis felt like orphans.”