Summers vacationing out of the city. I was brought up this way, in fact it was the only quality times of my childhood. I am wired to love the trees, the mountain thunder, the lake the fishing, it was my “clinging to the tumah’. BH, I was a baal koreh, and the mentions of “eretz zavat chalav u’dvash” got to me, some things in the tochecha scared me, and I had incredible feelings of guilt and failing when benching bircas hamozone. I declung. So now I am the Chulnik, the amerikanisher charedi light, the meshugener american. Go figure. DYH, I wish you the same restless spirit, and the means to act on it.
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