We're rich again.
OK, not yet, but soonTM.
Am I in a dream?
Everything's green on my screen.
Hopium vaccine!
Bitcoin’s gentle rise,
In my heart, gratitude blooms,
Serenity’s prize.
#haikuI was interested in you Moniker and found this
One fateful evening, as I walked on the Lower East side of Manhattan, on the corner of East Broadway and Clinton Streets, I heard a voice shouting over a loudspeaker. There she stood at the top of a flatbed trailer, next to a tractor announcing that this tractor was being sent to a kibbutz in Israel and she expected every passerby to contribute to make it happen. Heaven help the person who walked by ignoring her call. Later on, as a rebbitzen in congregations, this became known as being "Leahized". In 2004, while in Israel, we observed the Yom Yerushalayim Parade of Flags. Kibbutzim paraded their antique tractors from various periods of time. Suddenly, Leah jumped out of her seat and exclaimed "That's my Tractor". Leah's passion for Israel has never diminished.
Is this where you derived it from?
