Hostage to Doublethought "It's too hard", he complains plaintively. "He, G-d, will understand. My son, he is a Rabbi. In Brooklyn. He is Lubavitch. (Here, he serenades me with the first few bars of...
An Open Letter to Seminary Girls In a tradition dating back to the opening of the doors of the first seminary way back when in the fifties, the second week of Elul is host to an ingathering of exiles, so...
Holiness in Haifa Being a yeshiva student in Jerusalem is a wonderful experience. Aside from the learning, obviously, the people, places, and things to do never end. Indeed, I've fallen in...
Goodbye, But Not For Long
I and quite few other bochurim will be returning to Chutz La'aretz in just a few days. I can't wait for that flight. Not. I suppose I should be thankful though; Boruch...
The Old Candy Man and The Candy Store "Who can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream
Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream
The Candy Man can, oh the Candy Man can
The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes...
The Yeshivishe Harry, a fellow I don’t know but love just for his name, was touring down South.
I assume Yeshivishe Harry was clad in standard Yeshivishe (not Harry) garb- a Black Hat, Black Jacket, White Shirt, and the other required accoutrements of us Yeshivishe chevra.
And this random Southern kid goes over to him and tells him:
“Y’all look like a cowboy”.
Ride on, Ranger, ride on.
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thanks for the link! i’ve been following you for a while, and always a pleasure to read
My pleasure! And thanks.