My Jerusalem

My JerusalemIf i forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. But I haven't forgotten thee. I just haven't gotten around to thee. And that's about to change. (Besides, I'm a lowly screenwriter. How cunning can I be?)It's my first trip to Israel. For years, I've lived apart from Jews. Now I'll be among millions. How will I do? As the day of my departure approaches, my voice takes on a Talmudic lilt. I become a cross between Yitzhak Shamir and Jackie Mason. All day long, I hum s...