A Note From A Farbrengen

This Thursday evening, an elderly man came up to me in shul, opens his wallet and hands me a tiny old envelope. “Nu open it” he commands me. so i take out this tiny paper with a tiny drawing on it. “I’ve kept this in my wallet ever since you gave it to me, when you where a kid. I told you then I would keep it and show it to you when you get older, now I want you to have this”. He handed me a sketch I drew of him late one night in 1985, while sitting in the Montreal Chabad Shul basement at 6405 Westbury Ave. as I was listening to the “Live Farbrengen Telephone Hook-up with The...

Continue reading