The strange, funny and meaningful things that happen out in the trenches as Chabad representatives go about their business . . .
Chaim Shaul Rivkin, Kirkland, WA
Our next door neighbor, who drives a big yellow food truck, always waves hello to us whenever he sees our family, and until recently, that was the extent of our interaction. Purim morning—the only day of the year that I left my house dressed in a head-to-toe clown costume instead of my usual Chasidic garb—I was loading my car with Purim treats to bring to the local assisted living center, when my neighbor came running towards me with excitement. “Rabbi, rabbi! I remember this holiday! It’s my favorite! I’m a Jew!” I invited him inside for some Purim celebrations on his rediscovered favorite holiday. One thing led to another and we soon discovered that I am acquainted with his extended family. We’ve since become good friends with our neighbor in the big yellow truck. Looking like a clown never looked so good on a rabbi!