If you’re a bochur in the 22-24 age bracket, have a healthy (especially wealthy) and wise head on your shoulders, there is a question everyone will ask you when you go home for Bein Hazmanim. This is inevitable. There is no avoiding it. There is no escape. It is your fate. The question induces fear [...]
To be cool. Oh, how we strived for it. The very pinnacle of an elementary kid’s school dreams, being cool was the ultimate goal of most any one of us, back in those days. Of course, there were those diligent worthies, swaying back and forth over their chumashim or mishnayos even then, but they were [...]
I always said there are only two types of teenagers: The ones who realize the geshmack of being Yeshiva Guys, or will soon, and the ones who don’t, and never will. A groise nebach on the latter. The guys featured below definitely are Yeshiva bochurim. They may not know it (yet), and they may not [...]
I can’t go out the door and step into the makolet anymore…I now need to take the car. I use and drive a car. Not those tiny monits. Huh. Restaurants serve normal steaks. Solo, Prime Grill and da boyz…they all feel like real restaurants to me. Not some transients, Mom and Pop type establishments established [...]
Went ice skating here in NY today, and was reminded of a funny exchange I had with a bochur back in Eretz Yisroel. I had gone ice skating up north in Israel’s only real rink, in Metula (the activity is called “hachlaka al hakerach” (lit. sliding on the ice). A small town located on the [...]