In this week’s Forward, Dani Shapiro writes about an experience that most of us have experienced.
I was pushing my sonâ€™s stroller along the main avenue of our Brooklyn neighborhood on a bright fall morning, when I was stopped by a bearded man in a top hat, his long black coat flapping.
â€œExcuse me, are you Jewish?â€? he asked.
Being stopped by a Chabadnik holding a lulav and etrog, not so unusual, right? But wait. Read that again.
Shapiro’s Chabadnik was wearing a top hat, not a fedora! Pretty cool.