Stories about my childhood growing up in Detroit, my college and graduate school years in chemistry living in Portland OR, my clinical chemistry research years spent in LA, my gemologist years spent in New York City, and lastly my years in Israel with my wife. Theseare the stories, Ideas and events which shaped my life as an orthodox jew, and those who helped me find my way...
On this Yom Kippur morning, when I expected only normality, I found myself completely alone with only the Creator.
The story of our lift to Israel, it was expected to arrive the week before
passover, then corona happened; passover came and went,
then the lift arrived with all our passover stuff. I guess
the 30 haggadahs will just have to wait until next
passover.... and more.
The Passover Seder song of Dayenu calls out to me this year
as our unique situation of having just moved to Israel coincides
with the first global pandemic.
Several years ago I traveled to Israel to visit my daughter.
My arrival was met with unexpected challenges, but with a cry
into the heavens for help, all worked out just fine.
One of the first hurtles in the Alyiah journey you won't be able to avoid is
getting your documents apostilled.
Karen and I made the Big jump to Israel. The world is
faced with a pandemic. Everyone on the planet is staring
into a huge unknown..
During my late teen swimming years, I spent my summer months swimming at Brennan Pools in Detroit. Once a summer we elected to forgo the training, for a competition of a different sort.
Those mischievous days in my organic lab. at Eastern, and the practical joke we played on the freshman ladies enrolled in the per-nursing program.
When two friends and I went on a hiking trip to the adirondacks, we didn't get far before I flick the kill switch on the car, well the story takes off from there.
The story about my parents' retirement activity of square dancing, and how it kept their romance alive.
On a trip to the east coast prior to heading out to Portland Or. for grad. school, I crashed on the side of the road; having survived the experience I was left with a strength I carry with me even today.
Brother Gary comes through in a big way to get me on time for my first day on the job at BSL.
Back in collage we dedicated one Shabbot dinner to our friend Bob, who missed out on having his Bar Mitzvah party when he was 13 years old, back in Nebraska.
The simple task of meeting my parents at the airport and taking them to their winter home, turned out to be a real nail bitter.
LA,Calf. does have four seasons per year, they're just not the same ones we have back east.
Some situations are just so embarrassing, you can't believe it actually happened. But you just can't make this stuff up.
Who says there is no such thing as a stupid question, I've asked many, this story tells of just two of my favorite.
High school wrestling match between myself and the head school geek. My classmates were rooting for the fish.
Brother Ken and I on a fishing weekend in Calf. AND My father's big catch from the water hazard at the 14 hole.
A teenage blunder leads to near life long enmity between two friends.. simple message: forgive others and move on. Not because life is short, but because as the torah teaches us the best type of person is one who is slow to get angry and quick to forgive..
After accidently formatting the company hard drive, finding the courage to face the music.
Real personal growth is never easy.
Following the tragic deaths of my brother gray's family I looked for the guardian angel who had saved gary's life early in his childhood.
Tells the story of my coworker's sister gets life saving new heart, after waiting 21 years, and his connection to the return of a lost article found in NYC subway.
While in Paris doing an appraisal of the Chaumet inventory, I found myself with the owner of the company I worked for, lost at night on thestreets of Paris with no Idea of where we were staying, or even how to get back to where we had come from.
In an effort to help Shoshi with her Chemistry homework, we discovered the parallels to the nature of the Human Bond.
My first exposer to a Lubavitch fabringen, the tune they taught me, and how its helped me get through the last 44 years.
Weekly family meetings around the dinner table lead tolife lessons still relevant today.
Faced with the prospect of spending the weekend locked in the university observatory, The decision to go out the windowon to the ledge, six stories up, seemed the best option.
In the early 80's, while living in Van Nuys, CA, I met a family of Iranian refugees. One of the children was a beautiful 17 year old girl named Farah. This is the story of how I helped her and her brothers learn the English language and culture, and the friendships which grew out of it.
my brother Ken and I invite the Hellers, contemporaries of our parents, to shabbat diner.
After becoming stranded in Jericho for two daysB"H my prays were answered and I got out.