Shana was great— I mean, lovely— but she was not English. I sighed and let it go
Shani Leiman with Zivia Reischer
“So, Rebbi, what do you think we should do?”
My husband had taught Yechiel in high school, and even though he’d been learning in Israel for a couple of years, he still kept in touch.
“My mother wants me to come back to the US after this zeman. She says I’ve been here four years already, it’s time. My chavrusa, Shaul Pinter, is also thinking about leaving, it would be great if we could keep learning together. The only thing is that my parents don’t want me to go to Lakewood.” That was a little unusual for a guy like Yechiel. “At least, not for Elul. Maybe for next zeman. They say I’ve been away for so long, they want me closer to home.”
Home for Yechiel was Silver Spring, Maryland; he could learn in Yeshivah of Greater Washington under Rav Aaron Lopiansky.
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