During the 80s, my mother and I were having drinks at an outside cafe across the street from the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Gorgeous day. Bibi comes in, sits down with a friend and orders a drink. My mother - who has had crushes on Israeli politicians and soldiers (starting with Moshe Dayan) dashes over and starts up a conversation with him. I cringe in shyness. He was very nice, very good-looking and had that wonderful speaking voice.
I felt sorry for him during that tv press conference. I’m sure he just wanted to belt Obama but had to sit there looking presidential.
What a nice story, thank you for sharing!