Skokie Days
(I think) Anonymous wanted to hear a skokie story. I'm not sure if he wants to rehash the old times, see if we remember the same things, or what, but sit back, imagine you were closing your eyes and picturing what happened as you read this...
Skokie Yeshiva had their dorm set up so that two rooms, each containing three guys, were connected by a bathroom with shower. In our room, we had myself, marc and avi, while the room straight through the bathroom had Chimney, God and Howie.
Chimney, as you might expect, got his reputation from his excessive smoking habit. God earned his reputation by being loaded, older than most of us, and usually being around to tell us what to do and how to handle the rabbis.
Howie was an ass.
We had a couch in our room, an old green piece of shit, and many afternoons would find Chimney and myself going through pack after pack of Marlboro lights. Unless we were sick. Chimney claimed that nothing could heala sore throat better than a menthol cigarette. Avi, my roommate, did not like the smoking but as long as the window was open, he didn't mind too much. And Marc would enjoy a pipe with different flavored tobaccos every now and again.
Avi was a great artist, he could draw anything. Every day, God would beg him, pleade with him, to draw breasts. Not just one pair, but an entire page of breasts that he could hang on the wall.
When we weren't smoking on the couch, Chimney and I would walk to the library down the street. Being the reader that I am, I would get piles of Sweet Valley High books, perfect for going to the can.
Chimney liked big detective books.
Every morning, frequently instead of davening, God would grind coffee beans, and make us all coffee. We had the Chicago Tribune delivered each morning, and we would drink coffee, read the paper and do the crossword puzzle.
Many years later, well, not many, but a few, we all thought it was quite appropriate that a dog walked down the aisle at Howie's wedding.
And with that, I wish you all a Shabbat Shalom.
Skokie Yeshiva had their dorm set up so that two rooms, each containing three guys, were connected by a bathroom with shower. In our room, we had myself, marc and avi, while the room straight through the bathroom had Chimney, God and Howie.
Chimney, as you might expect, got his reputation from his excessive smoking habit. God earned his reputation by being loaded, older than most of us, and usually being around to tell us what to do and how to handle the rabbis.
Howie was an ass.
We had a couch in our room, an old green piece of shit, and many afternoons would find Chimney and myself going through pack after pack of Marlboro lights. Unless we were sick. Chimney claimed that nothing could heala sore throat better than a menthol cigarette. Avi, my roommate, did not like the smoking but as long as the window was open, he didn't mind too much. And Marc would enjoy a pipe with different flavored tobaccos every now and again.
Avi was a great artist, he could draw anything. Every day, God would beg him, pleade with him, to draw breasts. Not just one pair, but an entire page of breasts that he could hang on the wall.
When we weren't smoking on the couch, Chimney and I would walk to the library down the street. Being the reader that I am, I would get piles of Sweet Valley High books, perfect for going to the can.
Chimney liked big detective books.
Every morning, frequently instead of davening, God would grind coffee beans, and make us all coffee. We had the Chicago Tribune delivered each morning, and we would drink coffee, read the paper and do the crossword puzzle.
Many years later, well, not many, but a few, we all thought it was quite appropriate that a dog walked down the aisle at Howie's wedding.
And with that, I wish you all a Shabbat Shalom.
posted by Air Time at 6:09 PM
10 Comments:
THAT, my friend, is why I read your blog on a daily and sometime multiple daily basis.
That was tremendous.
Ah, the good old days...
veev, you know this was before you....
Aliza and I reading this and feeling kinda...uhh...uhh..yeah
It sounds more like a mens club than yeshiva.
1) I didn't get the dog down the aisle reference
2) Let's write a book. we have enough characters between the two of us to fill at least two, but your descriptions are first rate.
SW -
Howie was this really straight-laced guy, who was ready to kill us on multiple occasions.
When he got married a few years later, we thought it was ironic that the girl he married insisted on her family's dog walking down the aisle with them.
hah. 2 bitches and a groom. I love it.
I think howie the ass played a role in nachman getting bounced from the yeshiva
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