The friendliest shul in New York City

I had a lot of things on my mind as I ran out the door of my friends house in Jamaica Estates. I had just been informed by my bank that my checking account was drained by someone in Florida who had gotten a hold of my debit card somehow, I had just spent over an hour in traffic to get from Manhattan to Queens and I wasn’t looking forward to the rain it was supposed to be doing over yuntiff, not really the way to start a such a joyous holiday as Simchas Torah, the freaking name of the holiday is joy.


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