Lately I have allowed little Penn_E, unless she is unreasonable, to decide where we go on our walks. Marcia and I have no television or DVD player now, so this has been fun. In the morning, Penn_E usually turns right and heads toward the green area west of us surrounding the Knesset. At night she typically turns left and heads toward Jason’s tomb. She’s not a good judge of traffic but has otherwise proven she is able to abide on a loose leash. Something obvious and ironic we’ve observed while ranging through the neighborhood; if it weren’t for the religious friction here this would easily be the safest place we’ve ever lived. Step outside any time and you will find women jogging, couples strolling, old men chatting, all confident in their safety.