Here I am in Tel Aviv after an overnight flight from DC aboard Taxpayer One. I like making my grand exit from the aircraft, through the forward door . First I wave and grin at the adoring crowds and TV audiences then I make an agile, light-footed descent of the stairs, not touching sides, nor looking down, thus projecting an image of limitless confidence. Meanwhile, my lackeys and aides disembark through a rear door.
Bibi was waiting for me on the tarmac. He bared his teeth at me in an agonized semblance of a smile. "Slalom", I said in the Hebrew, I had practiced on a Rosetta Stone CD on my trip. "I think you mean shalom," said Bibi ."A slalom is a ski run beween poles." Awkwaard... But enough about me.
