After the scrolls I was taken to Ramalla on Palestinian soil with John Kerry for a meeting with Mahmoud Abbas the content of which is for me to know and others to speculate about. As we waited for the press to be rolled in to witness a pre-meeting photo op at the Muqata Presidential Compound there was an awkward silence which I filled by whistling Hava Nagila under my breath. Abbas turned a curious shade of crimson. Dudes, this part of the world is so confusing that I forgot it is a Jewish celebration song. Awkwaard. John Kerry stepped up to the plate.: "Nice tie, Mr President," he said to Abbas, who appeared flustered and unsure how to handle a compliment. I am staying at the King David Hotel in Jerusalem tonight. I have my blankie Boo-boo with me and I will rub his satin edge along my cheek, as I suck my thumb and sleep the carefree sleep of the innocent with a posse of Secret servicemen on guard at various strategic points. But enough about me...
