Rav Mulder and Rebbitzin Scully Present...

...another entry for "The R Files."

Rabin
Wears: plaid shirts, a la Wengeler (but not as bright)
Chest hair: overflows out of the collar of his shirt
Gives off a weird aroma: Yes

No one knows Rabin's last name. (Or, if that is his last name, no one knows his first name. I prefer to think of his last name as Rabinitzky, so I could call him Rabbi Rabin Rabinitzky) Everyone just calls him Rabin, like the Jewish version of Madonna or Sting. He looks like an MidEastern Chico Marx, except without the humor (by the way, there is an older student who I think looks like Harpo. I am considering growing a mustache and buying cigars...) I learn Mishna Brura with him every morning, or every morning that I manage to get out of bed in time for davenning. Maybe I should just say I learn with him on occassion.
This week, he is giving tours of the Beit Midrash, and my turn (my last name starting with a Bet) was the first day, Monday. I guess the best thing I could say about the tour was that he didn't notice if someone left. We spent twenty minutes looking through what felt like every book on Bookshelf 1, and I left shortly thereafter ("There Yonatan, do you see this number 12 at the bottom of this page?" This, for about thirty different books in twenty minutes). I'm glad I did; the tour was about an hour and a half. You know, there was once a time when a tour of a single room took about ten minutes.
So, to review: Gimli, Dumbledore, Jon Lovitz, Chico. More celebrities later.