I know the Jewish people have been doing the Simchas Torah dancing thing the same way for thousands of years. But based on some trends I see in America, I was thinking of some new ideas we can introduce into our Simchas Torah celebration.

Our family was away for Shabbos recently. When we arrived home, as soon as we walked through the front door, we were greeted by a putrid smell. I ran to the basement and then upstairs, fearing a lot of different things, but everything seemed to be in order.

To say that I’m not handy is an understatement. I used to claim that the extent of my being handy was that I could screw in lightbulbs. But that was until a light I had screwed into the recessed light in my living room ceiling fell out and just narrowly missed hitting my wife in the head.