Israel trip: lighter moments

Eventually I hope to post some thoughts about what was especially meaningful to me, spiritually, as I experienced the time in Israel.

But in the mean time, and since I'm still a little 'jet-lagged', here's a little levity from the trip, the "Song of Akram" that we composed in honor of our bus driver. (I told the gang on 'the yellow bus' that I'd post this on my blog, so.....)

“Song of Akram” [to the tune of ‘Downtown’)
-- as performed by D-Train and the Pomegranates

When you are riding and you need to get there
Who are you gonna call? AKRAM!
When the road’s narrow and there’s no room to spare
Who are you gonna call? AKRAM!

When you’re going to the temple and you want to get there quickly,
When you’re riding on the winding road and you’re starting to feel sickly –
Who will you call?....
Surely you must know by now
The only one who can do it,
Who’ll see you all through it is…
AKRAM! Driving the yellow bus,
AKRAM! He never makes a fuss,
AKRAM! Time to get on the bus now……..
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This was followed up by another original compostion from the group, about yours truly...

“Ode to the D-Train” by Darci Irwin (and Jay, Brent Z., Erik H. and? ….)

There once was a man named Doug
Who refused to deal for a Persian rug;
He gave himself a name
And although it was lame
We conceded and called him D-Train.

In a land lacking his beloved beverage
Swoop humor provided his leverage,
And before a big hug
He’d pull his hood snug
No yamika for his head he was wearing.

He had a wave like Herod
And when the mic was shar-ed
He sang his little ditty
That wasn’t too pretty
But we clapped anyway for D-Train.

Intense talking became quite a hobby
Especially during euchre in the lobby,
And when the cards were dealt
He wore Batman’s belt,
Hoping for luck from the shield of David.