Even if the Beatles were to come to Tel Aviv's Hayarkon Park in full complement, the living and the dead together, I would never make it out of the house. And even if Mick Jagger were to send me a free VIP golden-ring-whatever ticket with a little drawing of a heart in his own handwriting as a Shavuot gift, I would apologize nicely and beg off, saying I had a bad case of the flu. There's...