Since when does a rebbi moonlight as a haberdasher?
IT was Sunday afternoon, Lag B’omer, when Baruch came to show me his new suit.
“You look like a true ben Torah,” I said.
“My rebbi got me the new suit for Shavuos and said I could wear it for the first time on Lag B’omer.”
I’ve known Baruch since he was born. His bris was in the shul, and I remembered his parents’ pride on the occasion.
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