Rabbi’s Musings & Amusings

As I get older, it seems to only be getting worse. I’m really bad at recognizing names and faces. In this regard, my wife and I are opposites. She doesn’t forget a face, or a name and I don’t remember them. We’ll go shopping together and she’ll say hi to someone who looks at her confusedly. My wife will then tell her that they were in preschool together. Meanwhile, I have embarrassing encounters with people I know, whom I don’t recognize or have totally forgotten their names.

A few weeks ago, I was speaking to Shlomo Pomeranz, a devoted firefighter and friend (and fellow talmid of Rabbi Berel Wein).  We were discussing the challenge of always being on call.  Like all devoted emergency personnel, firefighters must be ready to drop what they are doing, no matter the time of day or night, to do their noble bidding.

Shortly after I became engaged to my future wife, I attended a bris milah in Lakewood. Since it wasn’t far from my kallah’s home, she met me there. When I saw her, I asked her if I can get her anything to eat. She smiled and politely declined.

Sometime during the winter of 2018, I was perusing new titles in one of the local Monsey s’farim stores, and I noticed a new English sefer titled Mind over Man. It contained a collection of lectures by Rabbi Yechiel Perr, a prominent rosh yeshivah in Far Rockaway, based on sefer Madreigas HaAdam of the Alter of Novardok.

Last winter, while visiting Yerushalayim, I had the opportunity to tour the Old City with Daniel Luria, Executive Director of Ateret Cohanim.

On the afternoon of the seventh day of Pesach, I realized that in Eretz Yisrael Pesach was over and they were already eating chametz. Far from being envious, however, I actually felt bad for them. I was more than happy to have one more day of Yom Tov, to say the Yom Tov Kiddush, and enjoy two more meals with my family, and to recite the magnificent words of Hallel and the Yom Tov Sh’moneh Esrei in its beloved tune. The pizza could wait another day. I would much rather be enveloped in the ethereal world of Yom Tov than to rush back into my mundane routine.