Day 1 – I forgot my charger. I have two cords, no charger.
I had thought to bring an extra cord along for anyone who might be in need; yet, I needed to borrow a charger for myself. Finally learned what the building is across the street, some distance from the train station in Albuquerque. A local entrepreneur’s old house, a mansion, where Gertrude Zachary lived; now, the Turquoise museum.
Day 2 – In trying to call my cousin from Chicago Union Station, ten minutes before boarding my next train, I was approached by someone who first asked for eight dollars for a train he needed to catch; then, after I explained that I only had $16.00, and needed to purchase an $11.75 ticket in Newark, N.J. to my destination, he began to ask me questions such as the following:
Are you an Orthodox Jew? Are you Ashkenazi? What do you think of Sefardi Jews? Do you know that the Ethiopian Jews are treated like second class citizens in Israel? I asked him whether or not he was an activist, because he also brought up the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. That conversation didn’t last much longer; and, besides, I needed to catch the train. I thanked G-d for sending someone to test my patience.
Day 3 – I met a Litvish Jew on the way to Pittsburgh; and, on the train to Newark, N.J., I met a Chabad bochur who studies at the yeshiva in Crown Heights. (He was sitting across the aisle from me). He happens to know the chazzan (cantor), where I attend services in the Southwest. Small world, so to speak, when the Almighty arranges these divine coincidences.