Poetry written on a 10 day trip to Israel by Los Angeles humorous, observationalist poet Rick Lupert. From the introduction: Sunday December 26, 1999 I received a phone call from one of my co-workers asking if I could leave for Israel three days later because she was sick and couldn't go. A solid three seconds of thought later I had determined that there was absolutely no reason why I couldn't. So I did. And there I was for ten days leading a group of college students around the Holy Land with my guitar at hand and cats everywhere. This book isn't really about the cats, but trust me, they were there; at the Western Wall, on top of Masada, in front of the desert hotel at four in the morning, and outside of Mr. Li's Kosher Chinese Food restaurant in Jerusalem. What can one say? "Meow," I suppose. Israel is an amazing country. At any location you are a stone's throw from several other countries. If you've ever watched the news, you know that sometimes stones are thrown.