Eastern Parkway, from the library east — as far as the trees could see — was a gauntlet of black-hatted inquisitors on Tuesday.
“YES, I’m JEWISH … OKAY. I’ll shake your FROND.” It seems frondship is the perfect blondship come harvest time in Lubavichland.
Soon, the mitzvah-givers will be forced by the calendar to abandon their autumn plant-shaking and return to the difficult business of lugging tefillin to the secular.
Direct from the phylactery factory. (And they pass the savings on to you.)