As I sit with a group of men representing four decades of the yeshivah, they all have one thing in common: Scranton guy. How did the yeshivah create that glue?
“Buy pitah?” Bavli was incredulous. “I’ve never heard of such a thing. Maybe in the big cities.” It had taken a moment or two, but eventually the two boys got over their initial shock. Doniel tried his best not to stare at the boy’s red tunic and purple turban. Introductions were made, and Doniel was