When Yehoshua’s sedan rolled back onto the kibbutz, it was nearly time for dinner. Eitan was excited to share with his new kibbutz friends his experience with the prime minister, until Yehoshua reminded him not to share with anyone what had transpired in Jerusalem. The government of Israel was not in the habit of sharing its intelligence methods with the public, and they certainly were not going to publicize the role of an American rabbi in the plot to free the Jews of Ukraine.
Nevertheless, Eitan walked into the dining hall with his wife, sporting a wide grin and revitalized spirit. Speaking to the prime minister was something he would never forget. And sharing the details of his family history was icing on the cake. The only negative in Eitan’s mind was the realization that in a few days he and Emma would be headed back to the States. Before taking leave from the prime minister, Israel’s leader thanked the Grohs by offering them two first-class tickets direct to Miami on behalf of the State of Israel. “You won’t even have to wait in the security line,” the prime minister joked when he presented his kind offer.
Sitting down at dinner, Eitan smiled at Yehoshua and remarked what a special day it had been.
“It’s not over yet,” Yehoshua responded.
“What do you mean?”
“I think your new friends on the kibbutz have one more surprise for you. Look,” Yehoshua said.
Turning around towards the makeshift stage at the head of the dining hall, Eitan noticed that the karaoke system from the pub had been set up.
“I think your fans want an encore performance.” Yehoshua laughed.
“Oh my God, Eitan, I don’t know if I can handle you singing again,” Emma said in disbelief.
“Well, if this is my last night, I gotta give the fans what they want!” Eitan said to his wife.
Eitan could see that a kibbutz administrator was waving him forward. He rose from the table and was patted on the back by several kibbutzniks as he made his way towards the stage. When he got there, he could see that his favorite song was already cued up. With a little help from Emma, they were able to ascertain earlier in the day that Eitan’s favorite Bruce Springsteen song was “Thunder Road.”
Eitan grabbed the microphone and wished everyone a good evening. He was off and running.
“Ok, here goes nothing. Please join me if you know the words,” Eitan urged the crowd. Seconds later, his off-key yet energetic rendition began.
“Screen door slams….”