He found himself in a huge hall with what seemed to be thousands of men dressed in black,
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For years the mitzvas weren’t mine.
“Maybe he should meet a shadchan.”
He looked at me as if wanted me to go up in smoke and disappear.
The old haunts seem so hollow
As she absorbed his words through her veil of disinterest, it hit her how far apart they really were, how hopelessly irresponsible, self-absorbed and out of touch Strad had become.
Something tells me that the repeated saga of tattoos and showers transcends mere coincidence, and will one day be revealed in its clarity within the pages of the hidden anthology of the Jewish heart.
It’s a long and winding road to Ateret, a collection of houses on a hilltop in the heartland of Israel.
“Morrie, the globe has turned upside down for me.”
Whenever the time comes that you’re finally swimming in that magnificent sublimely awe-full sea, it will be norah and awfully awesome indeed.