What was striking was that although none of the staff was identifiably dati, no one wanted to pass up the opportunity of receiving the brachah of an old rabbi.
“That’s okay,” Estee interrupted him. “I’m not going to schmooze in the den. I’m going to head back upstairs, rest, and daven in the room.” Yonah raised his eyebrows. “Oh. You sur ...
This year, even though our lone voices might not swell with the same intensity and volume of the Meron music, we will bow in humility to the Divine conductor, wherever we are