Rabbi’s Musings & Amusings

The first time I flew somewhere on a plane, I was eight years old. I went to Eretz Yisrael with my Aunt Miriam at the end of the summer. At the time, I remember thinking how spacious and comfortable the seats were.

In a recent article, I noted how interesting it is when El Al security agents ask Jewish customers why they are flying to Israel, as if they need a reason.

This week’s Musings is dedicated in loving memory of my Sabba, Mr. Abe Staum z”l, whose yahrzeit is this week, 4 Nisan. Among his many other noble attributes, Sabba was very conscientious about time. He was always early to shul and never kept anyone waiting. He was reliable and dependable, respected as a man of his word and extreme integrity. May his memory be a blessing for his family and the many who admired and respected him.

In my sixth-grade literature textbook, there was a section explaining that words can have different meanings. To elucidate the concept, it contained the following joke: “Why did the baker get so angry at the bread? Because it was so fresh.”

My first position in chinuch, about two decades ago, was as an elementary school social worker in Yeshiva Bais HaChinuch in Spring Valley, New York. During those years, I taught a class about emotions vocabulary. It began with a discussion about the common emotions of mad, sad, glad, and bad. It then moved on to discussing more complicated emotions like disappointment, frustration, excitement, surprise, etc.

By now, the world has moved on from the news of the death of Britain’s Queen Elizabeth. But a few weeks ago, it was all everyone could talk about. There were endless articles, tributes, and anecdotes about the Queen and her lengthy reign.