I keep it in my wallet now.

I keep it in my wallet now.

A brief story from 2008:

I was sitting in Union Square, idly eating lunch with a group of about six other people, when a young man suddenly approached me.

“Excuse me,” he said. “Are you Jewish?”

“No,” I replied, truthfully.

“Oh,” he said, disappointed but not disheartened; he had a plan for just such a scenario. “Here’s a picture of a smiling Rabbi.”

“Ah,” I said. “Thank you.”

He smiled. “Have a great day,” he said.

And then he was gone.

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