It's the last Sunday morning before the first day of school here. Summer is over and I knew the only way to get the boys out of bed is to bring out the big guns, the old reliable, the smell of fresh fried thick sliced bacon. Just before the big splattering started, as I was about to put the lid over the skillet, I was listening to how the sizzling static sound was mixing with the morning news on the TV. More bombs and rockets in Israel and Lebanon sizzle sizzle. Huge terror attack foiled in London sizzle sizzle. It...