It’s amazing how some events are permanently written into my memory.
I was standing in the home of my friend Yitz about 20 years ago.
He had just learned that Feldheim was publishing an English translation of the Mishnah Berurah.
My jaw dropped as my yeshiva-educated friend said, “I don’t need it. The Hebrew of the Mishnah Berurah is pretty easy. But I’ll buy it anyway … and it will become a crutch for me.”