This is the third and final installment of a multipart series for which I polled local shul-goers about their favorite shul. The truth is that Baltimore is blessed to have many favorite shuls.

New Home, New Shul

“My husband and I joined Ohel Moshe when we first moved to Baltimore, just a year or two after the shul started,” recalls Yael Friedman. “Like many shuls, it started in a house, and there has been so much change and expansion since then – both in the kehillah and in the building. Our main draw was the same as that of so many of the shul’s early members – Rabbi Teichman! My husband knew him as his principal in TA and loved the idea of joining his kehillah. Rabbi Teichman is still the heart of the shul. He really understands people and knows how to connect, and his drashos are straight from the heart. He even acts as the candy man, because he wants all of the children of the shul to feel comfortable with him.

It was eleven days before my mission to Israel when I walked into Park’s Tailoring on Clarks Lane near Reisterstown Road for the first time. I needed alterations on several pairs of pants, and Park’s Tailoring had showed up in the results of a Google search for “tailors near me.”

From the moment I walked in, the proprietor, a senior Korean gentleman by the name of Mr. Kim seemed less interested in my pants than he was in my yarmulke. He got right to the point: It was terrible what Hamas did to Israel on October 7^th, he said. It’s terrible the way college kids here in America are blaming Israel for what happened, and it’s terrible how Americans, in general, don’t recognize the debt of gratitude we owe Israel for destroying an enemy whose next target would be us.

It’s been over 200 days – 200 days since part of my family was ripped away, 200 days of madness, 200 days of people who have no business siding with Hamas siding with Hamas. It is a mind-boggling, infuriating, scream-inducing madness.

Anyway, it’s a rabbit hole for me. I can’t think too much on it, because it brings me so low that I can’t handle it. When that happens in my life (and let’s face it, we all get low at times), my only weapon is to do something for the good. I desperately want the hostages rescued and returned, whole and happy, and the only way I think I can possibly impact their rescue is in the spiritual world.

My name is Yoni Katz, and I am in the 6^th grade at TA. I recently competed in two robotics competitions with my teammates from TA. It was a very fun experience that I want to share with the readers of the Where What When.

TA competes in two different VEX Robotics competitions, a local competition at TA and a national competition in New York. The New York competition was hosted by Darchei Torah. As soon as I heard about the competition from my friends, I knew it was something I wanted to do. I started by asking my friends who might be interested in competing to sign up. The school places all students on three- or four-person teams to help emphasize teamwork. It helps the students recognize that they can only succeed as a team and not on their own. Mr. Tucker, the robotics instructor, told us that we would have weekly meetings from 5:15 to 6:15 p.m. He also explained the competition rules. First, each team’s robot must be able to pick up a variety of blocks and place the blocks in designated areas. Second, if your robot breaks during a qualification, you can’t fix it. The team earns points and the team with the most points wins.

A benefit of writing articles for the Where What When is the opportunity to meet interesting people. Recently, Rabbi Dovid Katz asked me to interview one such person, Yair Halevy, who was in Baltimore garnering support for Yeshivat Shavei Chevron. When he is not abroad working for the yeshiva, he is doing post-doctoral work on “Chareidim in Israeli Culture.” Yair has a Ph.D. in Jewish history and thought from Hebrew University. This sounded like an unusual and intriguing combination, and I learned a lot from getting to know him.

Yair told me that he has been coming to Baltimore for 10 years, and he spent over a week here. Perhaps it shows how large and diverse Baltimore is that I had never heard of him before. I asked him his impression of our Jewish community. His response was the same as I have heard from others: “People in Baltimore ‘notnim et halev’; they give their heart.” He and others have told me that they are impressed with the kavod and derech eretz shown to them in Baltimore. “Maybe there are some cities where we raise more money, but Baltimore is tops when it comes to ahavat Yisrael,” he said.

Pro-Hamas protests on U.S. campuses are a small, albeit significant, element in a wider anti-Israel/antisemitic global campaign. The virulent and worldwide launch of an unparalleled explosion of outright, explicit antisemitism advocating the outright slaying of all Jews wherever they might be was clearly triggered by Hamas’ heinous slaughter of large numbers of innocent human beings just inside Israel on October 7^th. It is clear from the “in-your-face” disruptive tactics that there is no interest in “winning over” public opinion. Clear also is the intent to intimidate, to further cow not just the general population but also the authorities into

acceding to outrageous demands. The protests, now occurring widely outside the United States as well, are clearly different from earlier ones, if only in their antisemitic focus. What do they mean? What do they portend? What are their antecedents? The pages that follow will try to clarify their role and significance within the broader strategic picture.

As chaos, confusion, and darkness descend upon the world, I occasionally reminisce about the America of my youth. Sometimes I find comfort in recalling the privilege of growing up in an optimistic time, post-World War II. Sadly, that America is gone – replaced by an Orwellian, dystopian mess.

When I was young, we went to school to learn to read, write, and become good citizens. Everyday we prayed to G-d, recited the Pledge of Allegiance to the flag with our hand over our heart, and sang the “Star Spangled Banner.” We loved our country, looked up to our heroes in sports, in the movies, and on TV. (In those days, movies and TV weren’t toxic because of strictly enforced “morality” standards.) We respected the police and were in awe of the FBI. In those days, “heroes” meant good guys who did good things, fought for worthy causes, and were role models for good citizenship.

Today, over 84 years since the start of the Holocaust and 79 years from the end of the Second World War, a multitude of Torah learning and educational vehicles are available to enhance the chinuch of our children and make them bnei and bnos Torah. Many of our parents and grandparents are Holocaust survivors who escaped the horrors of Hitler’s Europe. Many of them unfortunately did not have the opportunity to study in yeshivas but came out of the horror of the war with strong emunah and were firmly committed to halacha and shemiras Shabbos

Close your eyes and imagine that you are standing at the Kosel Hamaaravi. What are you davening for? 

“If I could daven at the Kosel right now,” Mrs. Penina Rosenberg began, “I would daven that, in this crazy world, my children should grow up pure, ehrlich, and happy to be a Yid. And that when there are challenges, and even emergencies, I should know how to deal with them.”

This is how Mrs. Penina Rosenberg, Hineni L’Doros facilitator in Lakewood, began her talk to tens of women of the Baltimore community on Sunday evening, March 10, in a special event entitled, “Evening of Hineni: Understanding the Technology Challenge.”

Hineni L’Doros, a project of TAG International, arranges a six-week series of workshops for mothers, providing them with guidance needed to help their families navigate the challenges of technology. It is a division of Hineni, a three-year curriculum, created by TAG, to give the future mothers of Klal Yisrael the hashkafos and tools to live their lives and fight the challenges of technology.

One of the most stressful things about being a parent is taking your child with a learner’s permit out to practice driving. I don’t think my father ever forgot what happened when he took me driving as a teenager. Suddenly, we found ourselves on the beltway going in the opposite direction of all the other cars. My father remained calm, and we quickly got off at the next exit, but it was very scary.

I remember one of my first driving experiences after I got my license. I lived on Yeshiva Lane and took the car to go to Shapiro’s, the kosher supermarket on the corner of Old Court and Reisterstown Roads. I turned right on Old Court but then was too scared to make a left turn into the Shapiro’s parking lot. I just continued driving straight, on and on, because I was afraid to turn around. Soon I was lost. This was in the days before cell phones and Waze. Finally, I was brave enough to pull over at a pay phone and call my mother. She called our neighbor and cousin, Sheftel Neuberger, z”l, who knew everything. After I described which billboards were in front of me he directed me on how to get home.