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Dear Editor:
Here’s a quick math problem! Take an 18-foot, 1,500-square-foot KGH home and divide it by three adults and two children. What do you get? A mess! Wet towels strewn across the floor, enough water bottles to solve the water problems in every arid region in the world, computer cords entangled on tables and the floor, and enough Barbies to populate a Bais Yaakov.
Dear Editor:
This past Friday afternoon, about one hour before candle-lighting, I was flipping channels on the TV and I happened upon channel 219, which is the Jewish Broadcast Service (JBS). The Friday Night Service from Central Synagogue in Manhattan (Reform) was being telecast. I was very curious, as I had never seen a Reform service before, and I watched for a few minutes. (I sincerely hope I did not violate any halachah by watching Reform services for a few minutes.)
Dear Editor:
There are a lot of expenses associated with a frum lifestyle: large families, yeshivah tuition, camps, and kosher food, to name a few. The Biden-induced, record inflation has not helped matters. I would like to call attention to one staple food product that nearly all frum homes consume: chicken. According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, the price of non-kosher chicken between 2010 and 2020 ranged between $3 and $3.60 per pound. Over that time period, the price of kosher chicken was fairly steady, too, between $4.00 and $4.50 per pound. Soon after Biden took office, the price of non-kosher chicken skyrocketed to a high of $4.75. The price of non-kosher chicken now stands around $4.15/lb. Can anyone then explain the $7.99 average price for kosher chicken in New York?
The Inevitable
Dear Editor:
There aren’t many things you can depend on in life besides taxes and you know what. However, I always believed that mail deliveries were as dependable as their slogan: “Neither rain nor snow...” (I can’t recall the entire line.) Therefore, it came as a complete shock to me when I noticed that I haven’t been getting my mail on Tuesdays or Wednesdays (take your pick) despite the lovely weather. True, no mail has postponed the bills, but it’s also prevented my receiving “The check is in the mail.” Instead, on the following day, my mailbox is stuffed with two AARP magazines, an L.L. Bean catalogue and voting information about elections I never heard of. All of these delays made me think about what one can expect in life, and what one can’t expect.
Dear Editor:
Susie Garber’s article (“You’re Going Where??”) on her North Dakota encounter brought back memories of a visit there four years ago by my late colleague Henry Gerber of Bayside and me. Why? Because my wife Lenore’s paternal grandfather, Rabbi Abraham Wolfson, was a traveling rabbi there 95 years ago.
Dear Editor:
Reading Warren Hecht’s recent article entitled “Standards” leaves me scratching my head and wondering, Does Warren Hecht read what he himself is writing?
