Rabbi’s Musings & Amusings

In October 2016, The New York Times published an article entitled, “Bottle-Flipping Craze Is Fun for Children but Torture for Parents.”

I’m typing this quickly because I don’t have much time. I have to get back to my computer as soon as possible because it’s Amazon Prime Day. That’s not really true – I really don’t have much to buy; but it was a good opener.

It’s become a rather ubiquitous experience. You walk up to someone’s home and ring the bell. As you wait for a response, you notice that they have a video Ring, and you know you’re being watched. What do you do while you’re waiting? Most people try their best to nonchalantly look causal and cool. But there’s no escaping that feeling of being stuck there while you know you’re being videoed.

So, I did it again. I forgot to put on sunscreen on the first day of camp.

Every word of the Torah is precious, beloved, and timeless. But I have a particular affinity for Parshas Balak. I know we just read it. Still, while it’s fresh in my mind, I wanted to write about why I enjoy the parshah so much.

I was the principal of Yeshiva Ohr Naftoli in New Windsor, New York, for six years. This year, I returned to seeing clients in private practice and left my position as principal. But it was a wonderful experience to be associated with such an esteemed and respected yeshivah.