Last night I caught a few minutes of the medical-comedy series "Nip Tuck." A very elderly woman had come in to request an extreme make-over so she'd look like the picture her senile husband recogizes as "his wife." She wanted to look like the picture so her husband would accept her. I didn't see the end, so I don't know if her scheme worked.
But I was in Kever Rachel today, the eve of Rosh Chodesh Tevet. It's like a Frankenstein's monster.
It isn't comfortable, and it's noisy, too. I couldn't concentrate.
I understand that there are many people who do feel a strong spiritual connection to the place, but I have to admit that I'm not one of them. Tomorrow, G-d willing, I'll be going to pray in nearby Tel Shiloh, where Chana prayed. The grass isn't greener and the spirit isn't stronger in other holy sites.