Mary Amir, ink

Mary Amir, my old [Israeli] Hebrew School teacher, lacking depth perception. Even though she didn't allow ANY burping (or farting) in class, she was pretty nice. Though as a result of my fondness for drinking fizzy liquids, I was often sent to the Rabbi's chambers. There were 2 - one was an ego tripper ( I heard he moved to lead a Miami mega-temple) and the other one looked like a stereotype of cartoon SATAN - and he was the coolest guy EVER. Their names? Bookman and Brickman.