Around 15-20 years ago in NYC, I wandered into a little shul on West 79th Street called the Carlbach and found a Jewish scene like none other. As a girl from the deep south, I had never experienced this kind of Judaism.  It was spiritual, fun and uplifting.  There was an old Rabbi who led the congregation, and he was the man himself.  Shlomo Carlbach had an engaging presence that I will never forget.  It introduced me to a new type of being Jewish and I remember running to that shul on many Saturday mornings for yet another dose.  When he was there … [Read more...]