It’s just before 7 a.m. when I arrive at Kotel Plaza security station to find long lines. My son Andy gets into the swiftly moving line for men. I enter the longer, slowly moving line for women. Andy carries the cloth bag containing our things. I try reaching to remove mine, but Andy stops me.
We approached the entrance to the Kotel Plaza a little before 7 a.m. on Rosh Hodesh Tevet. In my bag was my tallit, the beautiful purple-and-blue one that was hand woven as a gift from the students and faculty at USC more than 20 years ago, when I completed my time there as the Hillel rabbi.