One Friday morning of this month Tzippi, Hila and I went to Tel Aviv for some errands. Don't tell anyone (though I'm sure it was obvious) but I'd have preferred to have stayed home to write. At home, however, I very rarely listen to the radio, whereas in the car it's almost always on. As we got back into the car to head for home - there it was: a piece by John Fahey on the radio. I may be wrong, and perhaps every Friday, or at least with relative frequency, Fahey's music is heard on Israeli radio (though if so, certainly only on the station we were tuned into). But it's my guess that this was a case of the stars aligning correctly. A rare occurrence of Fahey being played on the radio coincided with the rarity of my listening at that time, and with the even rarer situation of this particular column having reason to mention him.