…can you spare a dime?
…can I have a smoke?
Pick any street in any medium- to large-sized city and you’ll have folks walking around, looking for things. Whether it be a dime, a smoke or what have you.
Some are pushy, some are meek.
And some are just plain nice. Like this guy, who was bumming a smoke from Shimon. And once he found out we were American, he was quite gracious in his welcoming Goddess and I to Jerusalem and wishing us a pleasant visit.
No, he wasn’t asking for anything else.
Lots of character in those eyes. Lots of stories in those wrinkles.
And quite typical of the welcome that we got from all corners during this trip.