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I realized that before me sat a group of people with very similar peckels

As Reb Yossi accepted me as his agent to sell his chometz, he did much more than make me his shaliach

If not for my coffee, Yosef would wonder why I didn’t also ask for money. But the charade had to stop

“I’m appointing you as my agent to distribute my endowment in Israel. No harm will befall anyone who is a mitzvah agent”

As he said the word “lunch,” it triggered my recollection of: “Let me see what I can do at lunchtime”

Each grandfather looked at the other. They both felt they had been wronged by the other