Presence

I've seen a bunch of links to stories about an expedition to Mt. Ararat to search for Noah's Ark (check this Blogdigger search for "ark" for a quick list).

"Right....What's an Ark?"

I'm reminded of an old shtikel by Eliezer Bulka that calculates the weight of the Ark, using information from various commentaries.

"Right...What's a cubit?"

And who could forget the giant steel Ark being built, or rebuilt, as it were, off Rt. 68 in Western Maryland. I'm guessing that this version won't float. Just a hunch.

I've driven by this awe-inspiring mass of girders several times over the past few years; construction seems to have slowed to an imperceptible crawl. Just goes to show you, nothing motivates like good old Fear of Death. Of course, it took Noah 120 years, and the people laughed at him then. Who's laughing now, hot shots?