six days ago my Google Photos app reminded me of a trip to the zoo in Jerusalem I took with my youngest nephew. The rest of the mishpucha who my sister and her husband assembled in Israel for a great tour of most of the country culminating with the b'nai mitzva of the older siblings, were at Yad Vashem (the Holocaust Museum). I eagerly volunteered to accompany then eight year old Nate to the zoo. I had no appetite for a museum of death and sorrow, though I know how important such places are.