Israeli Driftwood

At the beach today, a kippah floated by me in the water as I waded toward shore. In the U.S., I typically spend significant parts of my summer on various beaches of the East Coast, but in my time there have never once spotted a yarmulke floating amid the North Atlantic flotsam. Inflated with air and turned into a round disk tossed gently on the waves of the Meditteranean, the kippah bore a startling resemblance to a whoopee cushion.