Once the zeman started, the boys who still hadn’t found yeshivos needed to be handled with care
Yerachmiel Plaut was leaving shul on the second day of Elul when Nachman Tzuker made a comment that annoyed him.
“Finally you get to catch your breath, might as well daven at the nine o’clock minyan, huh? What’s the rush?”
Yerachmiel knew he should laugh easily, maybe reply with a joke of his own, but he couldn’t. If Tzuker only knew what sort of aggravation today would bring — the second-day-of-the-zeman guys.
He rented space in a Lakewood office building that was in a bit of a decline. The promised conference room was shared with several other businesses, so there wasn’t much privacy. This bothered Yerachmiel. His people came to discuss sensitive matters, and when a boy came together with his parents, the small office really couldn’t accommodate all of them.
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