I think that this weekend can be epitomized by the exclamation I heard this evening, as I was walking on Kingston. In fact, I think everyone on the block heard as well:
"Rivki, I loooove your bangs!!!!!!"
Did I ever tell you about the criminal I once saw, handcuffed to his hospital bed?
Two of New York's finest were there to prevent incident, but they did not stop him from warbling a very melodious song about how he wanted to be free, so he could jump in a river.
Other lyrics I heard were: "It wasn't my fault... well, maybe it was..."
With a possible large snowstorm descending upon us, I thought about what people used to do in times like these: collect lots of bottled water and batteries.
But what do we need batteries for nowadays? The only thing in my house I can think of is the smoke detector.
But that doesn't really count. At least for bochurim, we normally take the batteries out, so it doesn't beep.
When I was in Yeshiva in Pittsburgh, we sometimes were given breaks for a few hours, when there was a chasuna. None of the hanahala members wanted to miss a chasuna and stay in yeshiva, so they'd tell us, "We're giving you a few hours off... Don't do anything against the rules," or something like that.
If you've ever been to Pittsburgh, you'll know that there's not much to do, especially if you've been on the Incline already.
One time some guys and I headed down to the Waterfront, which is a shopping area.
So there I was, minding my own business, and was following some guys into a Hollister store, possibly looking like this one:
There was a guy standing in front, with a clipboard, letting everyone walk by him and enter the store. He finally stopped me, and said, "Hey, are you looking for a job this summer? We're hiring."
I was planning to go to a Yeshivas Kayitz, so I told him I wasn't interested.
This story may seem trivial to you, but to my 15-year-old self, this made my week (and possibly much more, if I remember it still to this day). You see, Hollister is known to only employ really good looking staff. I could give you links to some google image pages, but guys in swimming trunks with washboard abs aren't the type of thing I link to.
As Chassidim know, we get called to the Torah on the Shabbos before Yud Shvat, the Freidiker Rebbe's Histalkus. (Yud Shvat is also the Kabalas HaNesius of our Rebbe, but the Aliya is for the Yahrtzeit.)
This year, Yud Shvat is on Shabbos, so there is some confusion among those in the Lubavitch circles, as to when to be called to the Torah.
I consulted a holy Rabbi, who told me that he is planning to get an Aliyah just next Shabbos, on Yud Shvat itself.
I recently found Savings Bonds that were given to me as gifts for my birth, and at my Bar Mitzvah.
These are Series EE U.S. bonds that mature in 30 years. I'd like to thank everyone who looked at me when I was 13, and decided, "I better make sure that kid has $50 when he's 40, he will probably need it then."
**Update: I checked out the Treasury Dept.'s website. They have a calculator for bonds. In 1988, someone paid $25 for this $50 bond, which is currently valued at $77, even though it has 7.5 more years until its maturation date! I don't fully understand how these bonds work, it seems.
Last year on Pesach, I was sitting at a meal across from two ladies. One was frum, and she was explaining to her neighbor how her extended family met her with antagonism and disapproval about how she wouldn't touch men.
The lady told her neighbor about how she tried to explain why she would not shake a man's hand, and yet her family still derided her habits. She tried offering explanations about modesty, and other reasons that I do not recall, but nothing helped. Her family is still at odds with her and her religious lifestyle.
I leaned forward, and eased myself into their conversation, "You know, there was a lady who received a dollar from the Rebbe, and put out her hand, expecting the Rebbe to shake it. The Rebbe smiled, and said, 'My mother always taught me not to touch what isn't mine!'"
The lady across from me slouched back in her chair, staring at me, mouth agape. After a few moments, she sat up straight again, and told me, beaming, "Well that's just incredible! What an amazing answer to give someone. That is so simple, but includes so much meaning behind it! Thank you very very much!!" She was really overcome with wonder, and those of us sitting around couldn't help but smile, watching her exhilarated satisfaction.