Nostalgia. Pro's and Con's.
Joel and I, in unintentionally coordinated stripy swimsuits were catching last rays of sun. Surrounded by the Maccabiah's US Rugby team (the Jewish Olympics recently marketed as the largest J-date annual function).
Jewish Rugby Team: this may just be the biggest oxymoron. We wished them good luck and pointed in the direction of the nearest Kosher meat buffet. And we were back to the silent sands.

It has to be the childhood memories, smells of summer and sounds of language. It's unlikely to be titled Zionism.

I am going to miss swimming with plastic bags.

"Remember when..." is the lowest form of conversation. The great Tony Soprano once said.