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Connecting the Queens Jewish Community Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin “Bibi” Netanyahu grew up in West Jerusalem but spent his high...
I love wearing my talis on Shabbos mornings to and from shul. It gives me a regal feeling. It may therefore be surprising that I almost never wear my talis to shul.
An author always seeks to conclude his writing with a poignant and memorable ending. It is integral to have a captivating opener to pique the interest of the reader, and it is vital to have a captivating conclusion that will resonate with the reader.
The great American philosophers, Bud Abbott and Lou Costello, introduced America to a baseball team comprised of players with bizarre names. Who is on first, What is on second, I Don’t Know is on third, Today is catching, Tomorrow is pitching, Why is in left [field], Because is in right [field], and I Don’t Give a Darn is at shortstop. We never find out the names of the base coaches. I would bet it is Hi, Max, and Norm.
The fourth of Nisan is the yahrzeit of my esteemed sabba (grandfather), my father’s father, Mr. Abe Staum z”l.
The morning after Purim ended, I asked a friend how his Purim was. He smiled and replied, “Another Purim has come and…hopefully stayed.” I loved the line and contemplated the notion of trying to hold onto Purim.
I am blessed to have three wonderful brothers-in-law, each of whom I enjoy spending time with, though they are very different from each other.
