One of the most intriguing places my wife and I have experienced in Israel

is David Ben Gurion’s home in Tel Aviv. The square brick building is not

only plain outside; its first floor has sparse, basic furnishings with few

touches of color. It almost disdains luxury. But then you reach the second

floor and feel you’ve entered the great man’s inner sanctum, his desk, his

papers. You sense his presence . . .