On Tuesday night, Rachelle and I went up to Younge and Eglinton to see the movie The Road. I was wearing a rather wide-brimmed gray Stetson, and as we walked down the sidewalk, a young Hasidic teen who was waiting for a bus approached me, ” excuse me, are you Jewish?” he asked. Slightly startled by the question, I told him that I wasn’t. He gave me a big, apologetic smile, wished me a lovely night, and then turned away. I wanted the mystery solved, and yelled over at him as he walked away, “Hey, I’d still be happy to talk with you!” but he just waved me off and kept going.
