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When we Anglos think of the Holy City, we envision these drivers as part of the character, the spirit, the fabric of the place

“‘What are you doing in Tel Aviv with no money?’ I asked him. I have strong intuition, so I knew this fellow needed a little hadrachah, not just a ride

My driver thought for a minute, then pulled out his phone and called a boy from Los Angeles and announced that he had a girl for him

My wife and I got into the taxi expecting a trip across the holy city, but instead we got a trip through a seminal moment of Jewish history

The driver told me that he eventually discovered that the wall was the Kotel, and he learned what it was and what it represented

“I’ll bet this taxi ride we’re having a boy,” I replied without thinking