F
ar from being an exhibitionist, my almost 21 year old son, RJ, decided to make a quick wardrobe change outside on the streets of Jerusalem. “You did that right out in the street?” I asked, wide eyed. He shrugged his shoulder and answered, “Aside from a man who looked like he had too much to drink in the last 20 years, and two other older guys gazing at me with a “been there done that look,” there were few others who took notice,” he reassured me.
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