A Fancy Chabadnik

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In this week’s Forward, Dani Shapiro writes about an experience that most of us have experienced.

I was pushing my son’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.

“Excuse me, are you Jewish?� 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.

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