Fork in the Road
Iwill never forget that tap. It was the fall of 1965 my first zeman at the Philadelphia yeshivah. Like everyone else I slept in the dormitory. Early one Wednesday morning I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was the rosh yeshivah Rav Shmuel Kamenetsky shlita. He never woke up the bochurim — there was
Michal Frischman
Fork in the Road
Iwill never forget that tap. It was the fall of 1965 my first zeman at the Philadelphia yeshivah. Like everyone else I slept in the dormitory. Early one Wednesday morning I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was the rosh yeshivah Rav Shmuel Kamenetsky shlita. He never woke up the bochurim — there was
Rivki Rabinowitz