Monday, April 27, 2009

3am on a Shabeisenacht



In the world of blogging anonymity is key. Nobody wants some crazy to take revenge and start spreading lies and misinformation about himself. So we try and keep our identities secret, at least from those who we don't know nor trust. There are exceptions, of course, but those people live in another galaxy. The blogger Maybe a Litvak was someone - who despite our stark differences of opinion - was someone I thought I could trust. He's not like the idiot anonymous guy who repeats the same mantra about the Rebbe hating frum Jews. He argues - somewhat disrespectfully, as can be expected of someone who was raised to laugh at Lubavitch - but never gets personal, like some of you do. So when he asked, impulsively, if I'd meet him, I tiptoed out of the house at 1:10 am and drove the few minutes to out meeting place. I remembered that I had some warm beer in the pantry that I sold with the chometz, and thought about taking it along, but judging from his macho demeanor I didn't think think he'd appreciate the warm aspect of the beer, and might even make a very bad first impression.

I arrived at the shul and turned on some lights, cautiously making sure that nobody was there already, waiting in the dark to jump me. After securing the premises I walked outside and waited for the car to show up. I doubted he was walking, nobody walks in Monsey if they could help it. Soon enough, about 4 minutes late, a small import turns the corner and pulls into the parking lot, right alongside my white Porsche. In the dim light, I walk down the hill and greet with what ends up being a very non-firm, almost mushy handshake. I guess he never got the handshake memo, where they tell you tell you to make it firm and look the other guy straight in the eye. After walking inside, MAL tells me that he was pleasantly surprised; he imagined I was some kind of psychopath, an old bachur or divorced man perhaps, and was impressed by my calm demeanor and Chassidic (Lubavitch) dress. I showed up with hat and kapote, him white shirt only. I wasn't sure what to expect and wanted to make a good impression, especially as sort of a Lubavitch representative at that meeting; he was comfortable as he was and had nothing to prove.

Not having brought any beer with me I did the next best thing, I offered him some of the shul's free instant coffee, Monsey's finest I might add, with milk. He graciously accepted, but asked that we step outside since he wanted to me maktir ketores, if you get my drift. Of the legal variety. He then proceeded to fill me in on some of the Yeshivishe velt's deepest and darkest secrets, some of which I had no idea were ever and issue. Topics covered include: The older Mirrer Bachurim, Reb Chaim Wysoker and "Reb Lazer Hagodol" who would travel around together to Yeshivos, Reb Shmuel Charkover, The two Reb Lazer's of Ponovizh (Shach and Platchinski) and the possible confusion when the more famous Reb Lazer was hired in the above-mentioned Yeshivah. Reb Zelig Epstein and the last shmuess with the Brisker Rov before the latter passed away. Reb Shlomo Harcavi, The Grodner Mashgiach, hy"d, and the fact that most Litvishe bachurim never heard of him. Reb Leib Malin, and much, much more. I was duly impressed with this man's deep knowledge of the yeshivishe Velt, no wonder he thought everybody knows of Reb Chaim Wysoker, he thinks they're all like him! I also appreciated his honesty when it came to people from "his own side" he didn't like; he let them have it too, using pretty unflattering terms!

All in all it was a very good and beneficial meeting for the both of us. Besides for starting a lasting friendship with a man who now has a name, it also teaches us both that behind those biting attacks are human beings with feelings. We can vehemently disagree with each other, yet respect one another just as well. We can discuss history and even current events objectively and maybe pick up a good story here and there, maybe even learn something from each other. I never tried to convert him, and I don't think he tried to "convert" me either, despite him wanting to know how exactly I got involved with Lubavitch. Were it not for the fact that it was after 3am we could've swapped stories for hours more. So if you think you'd like to meet me, and you're a half-normal guy, drop me a line and tell me when and where, and I'll try and accommodate you in the near future. I can't promise you beer and pretzels, but we can try and have something on hand to quench your thirst. Until then enjoy the blog and shteig away!

27 comments:

  1. Sounds like both of you are unemployed. Hopefully, you will both find parnossa soon.

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  2. Tzig, you could have a Melveh Malkah coming out party for all of us readers here in Monsey.

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  3. Mr Dean

    ברוך מחיה מתים

    I'm seriously considering some sort of get together.

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  4. Are you offering the general public a chance to seceretly meet the famous "HERSHEL TZIG"?

    How much do you charge?

    This is SOO exciting!!

    Why dont you make this a raffle type thing. Maybe even for Kupat Hair, or oorah. You know..."Win a one in a lifetime chance to meet the one and only 'H.T.' in the dead of the night at an undisclosed secret location".

    In all seriousness Tzig, you are letting yourself into areas of no return. Once someone knows who you are, there really is no going back. (We might end up finding out that your really not only half crazy).

    The truth is I would really like to know more about this guy MAL, more than I would like to know about you (sorry, nothing personal). Being that I a 'yeshiver litvak' have most of my life debated lubavitchers
    , knowing first hand about the group since a large part of my extended family converted, and my grandparents lived in Crown Heights years ago, I would like to here what MAL has to say. How much he knows about the inyan, and whats his style.
    Is this guy a yeshiva guy? A farbisiner 'balabus'? Where did he learn? Whats his story? He sounds like a 'Bais Hatalmud guy'- gone 'balebatish'-alter bachur.

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  5. Actualy maybe you should team-up with MAL... make a joint blog. You know with both opposing view points. Sort of like Hannity and Colms (you can fight about the details before, like who will be Hannity etc.).

    Then charge for ads like Lipa Shmeltzer's "Big Event" and the likes.

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  6. In H& C the Goy is the believer and the Yid is a Kofer

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  7. "right alongside my white Porsche"

    Porsche?? Hirshel, what happened to your Jag?

    "So if you think you'd like to meet me, and you're a half-normal guy, drop me a line and tell me when and where, and I'll try and accommodate you in the near future"

    Hirshel, I'm not at all normal, but I've love to meet you! I'll spring for the beer, a misnagdishe (cold, with a large head).

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  8. So if you think you'd like to meet me, and you're a half-normal guy, drop me a line and tell me when and where, and I'll try and accommodate you in the near future.While I have no particular desire to meet you (nothing personal, it's just my nature), in appreciation of the countless hours of reading pleasure that you have provided to me, if you find yourself stranded in the Ihr Hatorah and in need of something cold to drink you can email me.

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  9. Lkwd guy

    sounds like you'd serve me in a plastic cup.....

    A cold drink I can get in a gas station...

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  10. C"V,
    Precisely what I would serve you in, would depend on what you would like to drink. But rest assured, I would not serve you anything in a plastic cup. And what I am offering cannot be found in a gas station, at least not in NJ.

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  11. HT,
    If you come to Lakewood, drop me a line (I think you have my email address), and I'll join you and Lakewood Guy. (whom I suspect I know).

    Guy I would really like to meet is MAL. Anyone who knows who about the subjects he knows sounds like my kind of guy.

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  12. ok, Lkwd guy, one day.

    I've been to Lakewood I think once in my life.

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  13. "I've been to Lakewood I think once in my life."


    Well come. Big town with no less than THREE Lubavitcher mosdos.

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  14. I just remembered a second visit. But I never entered the hallowed halls of BMG...

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  15. Ah, Tzig will never know the smell of the old oytzer, still fealing the presence of Jacobs

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  16. That may be true, but there are other smells that I know that you didn't. And never will.

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  17. "Ah, Tzig will never know the smell of the old oytzer, still fealing the presence of Jacobs"
    what do you mean by the presence of jacobs?

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  18. I was in the old oytzar's and don't know what you mean by jacobs

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  19. Jacobs pacing with the cigs, nebach

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  20. MAL thanks for clarifying. btw where is jacobs these days?

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  21. Jacods is in a home in ....Monsey. Maybe he can join HT and MAL in their farbrengens!!!!

    BTW, did he ever mug you for ciggarets??

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  22. Twisty

    Make sure you offer Tzig some of Exxon's coffee. Now that yeshiva is effected by the recession, and they got the foul coffee... stick to Exxon and make a good impression

    BTW, I think Jacobs writes an anti-charedie blog

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