It Sucks to Live in Sderot. (Note, I would never entitle a note so crudely, but that I noticed that the best selling song on iTunes today is chunky little Kelly Clarkson romantic warbling, “My Life Would Suck Without You.” Whatever happened to "I Want To Hold Your Hand?" But I digress.) The rockets are falling on Sderot again (today, February 3). You can read about it, probably on page D99 of The New York Times. It's been going on for so long that it's hardly even news. There are not so many – only 2 or 3 or 4 a day, far less than the 8 a day average of the last 5 years (which includes the one year so-called cease fire that expired just before the January outbreak of hostilities). But they're back. At the risk of losing my street cred, I did not, in fact, go to Sderot when I was in Israel last week. (Patty had made it pretty clear that, if the rockets didn’t kill me, she would). I did go to Ashdod, about 15 miles up the coast, newly in range of missiles from Gaza. That was close enough.  But volunteers from JDC Ashalim go to Sderot every day. ...