Dean Braun is a Great Cook

-Submitted, with Love, by Zechariah Mehler.

Early last year, Brad Karasic the Assistant Dean of Students invited Dave and I to his house for Shabbat. We went to Brad’s house, played with his kids and ran some pre-Shabbat errands and then went to our room to get ready. I had finished putting on my suit when I heard the following noise.

"Awwwwwwwwww, not again!"

I recognized this sound as the noise as the sound of part of Dave's spirit dying, which meant that he was getting Daved once more. I turned to find Dave sitting on his bed wearing his suit pants that had 6-inch hole starting at the bottom of the zipper and moving its way back. Since Shabbat was in 10 minutes there was nothing much Dave could do about it. Dave would just have to deal with a giant gaping hole in his suit.

Now I know this is already a pretty good "You Got Daved" story, but in the immortal words of Freddy Goldman, "It gets better".

When we got up stairs, Brad informed us that we would be eating lunch the next day at Zelda Braun’s home. Zelda, or as she is more commonly referred to as, Dean Braun, is the Stern College for Women Dean of Students. Those of you that know Dave are aware of how active he is at YU (which for pc sake, we are talking about both YC and Stern). He arranges concerts, trips, events of all kinds and here we were with the people he needs to work with all the time and Dave needs to keep his legs together and attract as little attention to himself for hours on end.

In the end it turned out ok as no one noticed the gaping hole (thank god). As a side note, it happened to have been a particularly cold weekend and I can't imagine that it was pleasant to walk to shul and around Kew Garden Hills with that giant air vent in his pants.

[Editor's Note: The title of this Blog, "Dean Braun is a Great Cook" is such because although our host for lunch might seem to play an insignificant role in this story, even to this day this author can remember the fantastic shabbos meal, great conversation, and general hospitableness that were felt at the Dean's home.]