Boston Gurkov

So I get this call around noon that Hirshel is in the Bostoner Beis Medrash and he asked to convey a message to me that if I am in the mood, then I should make my way there and we can get on each other's nerves. OK, Hirshel doesn't have nerves so that would be me. Hirshel says that Boston is Gurkov and he already was in two places and didn't find him. We went to my house and after about an hour of detective work we were driving to see Reb Moishe. Reb Moishe was going over a Rambam when we arrived.


He was in good spirits. Some of the recent past has receded but the emotional life's highlights flow to the top and ring clean and true. "We were going over Russian border and there was a visa for a Rochel. So Berl Shemtov got dressed up as a girl when we crossed"


"I met the Rebbe in Europe. He had a nice moderne hat. And there was this three year old who later became my wife. Yud Beis we were upstairs in 770 and Rashag was asking for pidyonos. Yudel was 18 and I was 17, I think. Rebbe told me dain plaz is in Boston so I knew then it was farfalen. When I had "Church and State" dispute with my school the Rebbe wrote that I should talk to “Samech Samech”. I didn’t know what it meant and then somebody told me it means Soloveitchik Savitzky.


I have a Shule in Brighton Center, I built it. You know my legs can't walk there and then they through me out arois gevorfen". Alz vos demRebbe hot gezogt hot mekuyam veren, chuz me Moshiach. Rebbe said we will daven Maariv with Moshiach, it was Shabbos." Hirshel: "nit alz...mi hu yehudi"


The man: "My grandfather was from Vilno, he was smart, he run away from the cossacks and he davened every day on the Bluehill Ave".


Visit Reb Moishe here. Ask for Gurkow with the W.