When we see a world that’s seemingly hurtling downhill, we should know that it’s an illusion
Confession: When I get my copy of Mishpacha, I read The Kichels first. There, I said it. I feel relieved having shared my little secret.
It gets worse. I’m prone to making dad puns at the Shabbos table, much to the anguished groans of the younger generation. I’m merciless. Where do I make duck cholent? In a quack pot. Alligator cholent? In a croc pot.
You’re probably thinking, This is atrocious! In which yeshivah did this rabbi learn?
Ponevezh.
I didn’t grow up this way. Raised in England, my humor morphed from hearing healthy self-deprecating jokes in Yiddish to the eccentric, somewhat twisted humor of Monty Python (anyone from the Ministry of Silly Walks?).
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