A Long Acquaintance
An unabashed fan, I remember exactly where and when I picked up my first copy of the Reader’s Digest magazine. It was more than 50 years ago, at a second-hand bookshop in the Old City of Jerusalem. It was most definitely a lucky chance encounter. The shop, outside the Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre, was run by a Muslim shoemaker, who cobbled leather and purveyed literature at the same time.