Wednesday, April 25, 2012

In the land of lego

I had the once in a lifetime opportunity to go to LegoLand, on Chol Hamoed. (And if I'd like to have such opportunities for my entire lifetime, I can pay a mere $2,500 for lifelong membership!)
I went together with my nieces and nephews, so our group had two strollers in our posse.
At the first ride/attraction, everyone filed up to the entrance. Being the responsible Yungerman that I am, I slowly let the others pass, and was hanging back near the strollers. My brother-in-law asked me, "Yossi, aren't you coming on the ride?"
I nervously glanced to the empty strollers, that had been left outside the entrance. It's good they have such a responsible family member, I thought to myself. "No," I told him, "I don't mind staying to watch the strollers. You guys go ahead."
Everyone turned to look at me, eyebrows raised. Their stares gave me concern, so I checked for potato in my teeth (it was Pesach), and that my pants were zipped up.
"Just leave them there. Come on!" I was told.
"Ummm...shouldn't someone stay here though? I really don't mind."
They laughed at my sense of humor. "Yossi. This is California."
Wow. I indeed left the strollers behind, but kept a concerned watch on them throughout our winding line up to the ride.
What a great place, where you can leave things unattended!
But of course, such is the magic and splendor in the Land of the Lego.

Monday, April 16, 2012


In shul, I gave a speech, and included a joke I've heard people tell about Chabadniks:
Why didn't the Yidden want to go into the Yam Suf, when the Egyptians were chasing after them?
Because they didn't want to get their matzah wet!

I explained to my audience, though, that this joke is told about us, not among us, since we value Nachshon Ben Aminadav's kabbalas Ol and courage... and we would surely have not cared about our food, left it behind, and jumped into the raging waters.

My father-in-law afterward tweaked my joke, and remarked that obviously, Hashem is a Lubavitcher, since He split the sea before the matzah the Jews were carrying would get wet!

Sunday, April 1, 2012

No ring

One of the reasons married men don't wear wedding rings or bands is simply because of...farbrengens.
For much of the evening, a mashpia/farbrenger is trying to shush the crowd so he can inspire them. Get their attention so he can talk. Shock them into realizing his sincerity, etc...
If guys wore rings, one of the first things readily available (falling in line behind the potato salad, of course) to throw at the guy across from you, would be any jewelry accenting your finger.
Instead, we're left with throwing potato salad, or smashing your hat upside down on your head, "You think I care about my hat? Feh..."