There is so much snow and ice.  I’m sitting at my computter looking at job boards, but I’m thinking about going to Israel. The truth is, I’m afraid to do anything different.  I go down to the street, and I see a broken down sign on the corner in front of the garbage.    I move closer.  It reads “Be your dreams.”  I look on the other side. Sprawling across the back of the disgarded sign in proud, thick, black, bold graffitti is, “Be Your Dreams!”