Memory- A Game We All Can Play

We played a game here last year in which I asked you all to share a memory of something that we did together. I’d like to try it again.

Go ahead and leave me a comment in which you relate something that we did together. It can be anything. I look forward to reading about us.

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  1. Jack's Shack February 2, 2006 at 8:27 am

    Consistency is a hallmark of mine.

  2. Jameel February 1, 2006 at 6:58 pm


    I think you said the EXACT same words back then.


  3. Jack's Shack February 1, 2006 at 6:06 am


    Better you than me. 😉

  4. Jameel January 31, 2006 at 8:02 am

    Shifra; What you also forgot is that I got blamed for Jack’s sister’s Air Supply tape getting “ruined.” He got off scott-free.

    You may have thought revenge was sweet, but I was the one who got grounded…and missed the Bruce Springsteen concert as a result.

    Thanks alot.

    There was a silver lining though…when you guys all went to the concert, it gave me a chance to finally get some private quality time chatting with someone else, who shall remain nameless.

    But that’s a memory I’d rather not share…for now.

  5. Jack's Shack January 31, 2006 at 6:44 am


    You are a real card.


    I miss that place, we sure had some good times there.


    I think that it was 89. But I could have sworn that you showed up wearing tights and a cape. 😉


    Of course I remember how YOU got us into trouble. 😉


    I remember, but you forgot that my sister loved Air Supply. That was her tape you got to and not mine.

    Did I ever apologize for that?

  6. Shifra January 30, 2006 at 6:05 pm


    Do you remember when you pushed me off the swing because I wouldn’t let you have a turn, and then when your mother came out of the house and heard me crying you told her I fell off!?

    Well perhaps you remember a few years later when your air supply tape got all unwound somehow? Well that was me! Ah revenge is sweet!

  7. torontopearl January 30, 2006 at 2:45 pm

    Jack, do you remember when you and I worked on the junior high yearbook committee, and we were in charge of the grad forms. We took those grad forms of the dozen or so people we really didn’t like and played with them, changing the wording…and printing them that way. Principal Anderson got wind of it once the yearbooks were out and threatened to not have us at graduation exercises, but being the A+ students we were, Vice Principal Cook was on our side. But at graduation, you had to make that speech, that public apology to all those students whose grad forms we screwed around with.

  8. Jameel January 30, 2006 at 2:28 pm

    Q: Kudos. That was impressive…

  9. Stephen (aka Q) January 30, 2006 at 2:13 pm

    My favourite memory is the time I was at your house back in the late 1980s. We were watching the Los Angeles Kings play hockey on TV. You really wanted to watch the Lakers game instead, but Gretzky was still with the Kings back then so you tolerated the hockey game. But you kept switching to basketball every time there was a break in the action.

    Anyway, someone rang your doorbell. Superman and Spiderman were at the door. They had chased a dangerous criminal all the way from New York to Los Angeles, but it had turned into a hostage situation and they were in over their heads. So they came to you for help.

    I was just your sidekick, naturally — if you were Batman (though the parallel doesn’t do you justice), I was Robin. I was in awe as you took the megaphone from the chief of police and talked the master criminal into releasing the six year old girl. Of course, there were still three other hostages to think about, including a pregnant woman.

    You handed the megaphone to Superman, who did his best Jack imitation so the crime lord wouldn’t catch on that you were sneaking around the side of the building.

    He was some surprised when, instead of bursting through the door, you busted straight through the brick wall and into the room he was hiding in. You have to admit, Superman provided a helpful assist here. Thanks to his x-ray vision you knew exactly where to crash through the wall so that the bricks landed on the crime kingpin without harming any of the hostages.

    But I think the trickiest part came later, when Superman asked you to join him in a permanent crime-fighting duo. He said Spiderman was useless — that you would be a much better partner for him in crime fighting. We all knew it was true but, ever the diplomat, you were too considerate of Spiderman’s feelings to say so.

    You were seriously tempted there, when Superman said that you could be the leader and he would gladly play second fiddle. But you just don’t have the ego for it, Jack. You prefer to live a humble life with its simple pleasures. You live in Los Angeles; you’ve seen what celebrity does to people.

    Anyway, it was quite a night. The third period of the King’s game was very dull by comparison.

  10. Jameel January 30, 2006 at 8:32 am


    You obviously remember when we hung out at the “Beit HaTay” (the Tea Room house) on Yoel Moshe Solomon street in Jerusalem during the winter of 1986…right?

    What a place that was. A building from the 1800’s converted into a pub. With its domed ceiling and amazing ambiance, we’d drink British Shandy, mellow out, shoot the breeze, and check out the scene. There were couches all around, with makeshift mattresses in the nooks in the wall for additional seating space…some people just sat on the floor.

    The darkly painted rose colored walls and the dim lighting matched the music perfectly; Pink Floyd’s “Money” song was playing alot those days.

    Even though one could have expected the room to have a heavy layer of smoke, it thankfully was smoke free.

    One of the few places that sort of clashed with my yeshiva behaviour, I still loved that place.

    That night, all of us promised (was it teenage nievete?) that we would never leave Israel. I don’t think it was the Shandy, and we all sincerely meant it at the time. Of the 5 of us there, only 2 of us managed to make it back and live here.

    That pub no longer exists, but the memories still linger. I can’t hear Pink Floyd without immediately thinking of Beit HaTay and the wonderful evenings we had hanging out.

  11. Anonymous January 30, 2006 at 7:06 am


    Remember that trip we took to Chicago. Do you remember dancing on the table at Gino’s East. Or what about those girls in the Coal Mine exhibit at the museum. They were so hot. You tried so hard to pick them up that you agreed that LA sucks.

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