I
have an almost insatiable appetite for stories of unsung heroes quietly making the world a better place. Some of those may be well known in their neighborhood or city but few are known to the broader Jewish world.
They should be. Not because they crave fame — they abhor it — but because they show us how to make our lives about more than just rearranging the furniture.
For years my friend Moshe Friederwitzer one of that dwindling cohort of those older than me at my Har Nof gym (and a walking advertisement for the value of exercise to those already eligible for Social Security) has been urging me to write about his Staten Island buddy Milton Pfeiffer.
“A shtick chesed” is Moshe’s oft-repeated description of his friend. So when Mr. Pfeiffer was recently inIsraelvisiting family I took advantage of the opportunity to interview him.
