In 1999, after my wife and I visited Israel, we stopped in London for a few days on our way back. On one of those days, as we finished a tour at British Parliament, an English gentlemen asked if we’d like to see 10 Downing Street, the Prime Minister’s residence. As we approached the gate, manned by law enforcement, our guide asked if we could see the Prime Minister. For a few moments, I held out hope that our guide could get us through the gate. Sadly, he couldn’t. I could have tried to access the Prime Minister’s residence other ways but all of them would have landed me in a British jail. The only access was through that gate.
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Bread, so simple and yet so necessary. Every culture has some kind of bread as a staple in their diet. In fact, we all have probably eaten it in one form or another in the last 24 hours.
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