Rabbi’s Musings & Amusings

In my youth, I read a series of books about a protagonist hero who always saved the day in the nick of time. Despite the many enemies who wanted to destroy him, somehow, he always just happened to uncannily have exactly what he needed to get out of every precarious situation. Sometimes the “it just so happened” was a little ridiculous. If he was thrown off a building, he just happened to be wearing his sneakers with springs on the bottom. If he was locked in a cellar, he just happened to have little tools in his pocket that enabled him to get out. The best was when he was imprisoned in a freezer and he just so happened to have worn his thermal undergarments that morning, even though it was the middle of the summer.

At the end of our daughter’s chasunah a few weeks ago, our family met downstairs in the kallah’s room. After gathering their things, we said goodbye to the chasan and kallah, and they left. Our older son and other family members took our younger children home, as well.

At some point during the school year, while teaching Gemara, I tell my students about Paul Harvey.

At the end of our daughter’s chasunah a few weeks ago, our family met downstairs in the kallah’s room. After gathering their things, we said goodbye to the chasan and kallah, and they left. Our older son and other family members took our younger children home, as well.

Before I became the perfect person I am today, I was a pretty stubborn kid. When I made up my mind about something, it was hard to convince me otherwise (for the extent of that, see Musings #199).

I once heard the following observation: If someone tells you “A penny for your thoughts” and you stick in your two cents, do you get a penny back?