100 things I miss about home
I miss when 7:30 a.m. was early, and 5:00 p.m. was late.
I miss Happy Minyan.
I miss Berkey and Tranchi and Lux and Petrella and Vered and Rabbis Parry and Richler.
I miss AP Calculus BC– perhaps my favorite Shalhevet class.
I miss Town Hall… sometimes.
I miss Jane Austen and “Pride and Prejudice”… not!
I miss summer learning with Rabbi Parry.
I miss co-ed schooling.
I miss learning math and science and English and history.
I miss tutoring.
I miss my Shabbat breakfast of bagel and tuna and barbeque chips and orange juice.
I miss Bnai David-Judea.
I miss Rabbi Kanefsky.
I miss Rechov Yeladim.
I miss Joey’s Gym on the High Holidays.
I miss playing Go Rummy and snack time and Mitzvah tickets with my first graders.
I miss Sharfman and Roni and Natan.
I miss “Donde Esta Spot?”
I miss my Rechov Yeladim paycheck.
I even miss Ziva.
I miss Kiddush in the Gold Room.
I miss crashing Teen Minyan to steal cholent.
I miss my swimming pool.
I miss my Shabbat afternoon basketball.
I miss Talya’s house.
I miss playing Taboo and Wit’s End and Charades.
I miss Saturday Night Live.
I miss television.
I miss “Seinfeld.”
I miss SportsCenter.
I miss sports not called soccer.
I miss Sundays being football days.
I miss the Dodgers and Clippers and Lakers and LA Sports.
I miss drama, and playwriting.
I miss newspaper, and the leadership.
I miss cartooning.
I miss my big dinners and small lunches.
I miss my Shabbat chicken soup.
I miss privacy.
I miss my room and my computer.
I miss my bed, which fit me.
I miss sleeping soundly.
I miss English as the lingua franca.
I miss being able to use my driver’s license.
I miss Pico Blvd.
I miss the variety of Kosher restaurants– Pico Deli, Nagila, Chick ‘n’ Chow, Jeff’s, and Pizza Station.
I miss sushi.
I miss Circle Park.
I miss Beverlywood.
I miss the LA Times.
I miss my Sunday crossword and the comics and reading in the morning.
I miss my shower.
I miss the racial, ethnic, religious, and cultural variety that is America.
I miss toaster waffles.
I miss Special K with strawberries.
I miss when Israeli salad was a side dish.
I miss cars with legroom.
I miss cleaning wet floors with mops, not squeegees.
I miss American politics.
I miss Bush…isms.
I miss elevators.
I miss elevator music… well, not really.
I miss Sunday being part of the weekend.
I miss the perfect weather that is LA.
I miss the size and greatness of LA.
I miss my functioning air conditioner.
I miss Artscroll.
I miss variety at dinnertime.
I miss 110-volt electricity.
I miss talking to people face to face instead of email or phone calls.
I miss when I didn’t have to nap every day.
I miss quiet reading time Friday night and Saturday afternoon.
I miss learning in English.
I miss participating, and having something to say.
I miss going to the movies.
I miss the Grove, even if it is ugly.
I miss my English library.
I miss carpeting.
I miss being the only one at school with facial hair.
I miss showing off my Fu Manchu, goatee, and crazy Purim half-beard.
I miss celebrating Labor Day and Columbus Day and other National Holidays.
I’m pretty sure I will miss Thanksgiving.
I miss my homemade desserts.
I miss Ralph’s and Blockbuster.
I miss not feeling tired.
I miss seeing Washington and Lincoln and Jackson on my money.
I miss going to a night time party, and not having it come to me.
I miss my LA friends.
I miss the Class of 2005.
I miss my AP Chem/Biology study groups with Leor and Liora and Ari.
I miss drama with Leor and Landau and Ruthie and Grossman.
I miss backstage.
I miss my fan club.
I miss my family.
I miss holidays with the family.
I miss “it tastes like cake!” whenever Golda is around.
I miss my dog.
I miss being the oldest brother.
I miss Benjy and Daniel and Matthew and Adam/Fred/Jeff.
I miss Mom and Dad.
I miss Happy Minyan.
I miss Berkey and Tranchi and Lux and Petrella and Vered and Rabbis Parry and Richler.
I miss AP Calculus BC– perhaps my favorite Shalhevet class.
I miss Town Hall… sometimes.
I miss Jane Austen and “Pride and Prejudice”… not!
I miss summer learning with Rabbi Parry.
I miss co-ed schooling.
I miss learning math and science and English and history.
I miss tutoring.
I miss my Shabbat breakfast of bagel and tuna and barbeque chips and orange juice.
I miss Bnai David-Judea.
I miss Rabbi Kanefsky.
I miss Rechov Yeladim.
I miss Joey’s Gym on the High Holidays.
I miss playing Go Rummy and snack time and Mitzvah tickets with my first graders.
I miss Sharfman and Roni and Natan.
I miss “Donde Esta Spot?”
I miss my Rechov Yeladim paycheck.
I even miss Ziva.
I miss Kiddush in the Gold Room.
I miss crashing Teen Minyan to steal cholent.
I miss my swimming pool.
I miss my Shabbat afternoon basketball.
I miss Talya’s house.
I miss playing Taboo and Wit’s End and Charades.
I miss Saturday Night Live.
I miss television.
I miss “Seinfeld.”
I miss SportsCenter.
I miss sports not called soccer.
I miss Sundays being football days.
I miss the Dodgers and Clippers and Lakers and LA Sports.
I miss drama, and playwriting.
I miss newspaper, and the leadership.
I miss cartooning.
I miss my big dinners and small lunches.
I miss my Shabbat chicken soup.
I miss privacy.
I miss my room and my computer.
I miss my bed, which fit me.
I miss sleeping soundly.
I miss English as the lingua franca.
I miss being able to use my driver’s license.
I miss Pico Blvd.
I miss the variety of Kosher restaurants– Pico Deli, Nagila, Chick ‘n’ Chow, Jeff’s, and Pizza Station.
I miss sushi.
I miss Circle Park.
I miss Beverlywood.
I miss the LA Times.
I miss my Sunday crossword and the comics and reading in the morning.
I miss my shower.
I miss the racial, ethnic, religious, and cultural variety that is America.
I miss toaster waffles.
I miss Special K with strawberries.
I miss when Israeli salad was a side dish.
I miss cars with legroom.
I miss cleaning wet floors with mops, not squeegees.
I miss American politics.
I miss Bush…isms.
I miss elevators.
I miss elevator music… well, not really.
I miss Sunday being part of the weekend.
I miss the perfect weather that is LA.
I miss the size and greatness of LA.
I miss my functioning air conditioner.
I miss Artscroll.
I miss variety at dinnertime.
I miss 110-volt electricity.
I miss talking to people face to face instead of email or phone calls.
I miss when I didn’t have to nap every day.
I miss quiet reading time Friday night and Saturday afternoon.
I miss learning in English.
I miss participating, and having something to say.
I miss going to the movies.
I miss the Grove, even if it is ugly.
I miss my English library.
I miss carpeting.
I miss being the only one at school with facial hair.
I miss showing off my Fu Manchu, goatee, and crazy Purim half-beard.
I miss celebrating Labor Day and Columbus Day and other National Holidays.
I’m pretty sure I will miss Thanksgiving.
I miss my homemade desserts.
I miss Ralph’s and Blockbuster.
I miss not feeling tired.
I miss seeing Washington and Lincoln and Jackson on my money.
I miss going to a night time party, and not having it come to me.
I miss my LA friends.
I miss the Class of 2005.
I miss my AP Chem/Biology study groups with Leor and Liora and Ari.
I miss drama with Leor and Landau and Ruthie and Grossman.
I miss backstage.
I miss my fan club.
I miss my family.
I miss holidays with the family.
I miss “it tastes like cake!” whenever Golda is around.
I miss my dog.
I miss being the oldest brother.
I miss Benjy and Daniel and Matthew and Adam/Fred/Jeff.
I miss Mom and Dad.
posted by Yoni Bain | 2:10 PM
3 Comments:
Okay, to address some of the complaints, only some of them valid:
Fair enough, SNL stinks. But I still miss some of the good skits, as rare as they are, and learning my comedy trade from it. And Keenan Thompson is funny- you gotta admit it!
My bed at home, while not quite as long as I'd like, is still better than my yeshiva bed.
My shower is large, yes- but it's impossible to be to large. But what I really miss is the instantaneous hot water, the pressure, and the height of the shower head.
Fair point about the Grove.
And no more Benjamins or Ulysseses (or Franklins and Grants, but not Benjamins and Grants!) in my wallet- all that's left are pictures of Moshe Sherat (NIS 20), S.I. Agnon (50) and Yitzchak Ben-Tzvi (100). At home, I had a few Ulysseses and Benjamins, though.
And about not missing you- what about "I miss my fan club" and "I miss backstage" and "I miss my LA friends"? Or did you want your name mentioned?
And by the way, true about Circle Park- neither a circle nor a park. But then again, Ovular Grassy Area doesn't really have a ring to it.
Hey! I made two spots on the list! Sweet!
I agree with some of those. Except I don't miss kosher restaurants, because I live in Israel, right next to Jerusalem. Um, so that's a nice Jewish neighborhood with some kosher food.
A lot of those things, I didn't really miss until I read them in your list. So thanks.. :(
Others of them, I oddly don't miss at all. I really like Israel. Yeah! Go Israel! Israelis rock!
Do I miss Joshua Friedriech Tabak? Hmm. I would have to think about that one.
I must agree with Tabak. Having my name not specifically mentioned hurt. I'll cope but only because of the strong person I am. We all miss you though. We talk about you all the time. And correction: I am your #1 fan, Talya is just your bodyguard, a position that has been dissolved.
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