Union Square, the hut

Hi Mom,

All Chabad had to do was put up a little hut, and suddenly it's all anyone in Union Square can talk about.

It has outdone the kittens for adoption, the art made of photographs from the 70s, the whole bit. That's some solid sukkah marketing.

"Hey Joe, aren't you Jewish? Shouldn't you be in that hut over there?" Two construction workers sat on the edge of the concrete fountain adjacent to the sukkah. "Nah, I'm not a Jew, but maybe Mike is. Hey Mike, you a Jew?"

The little kids with payas, NYU students shaking the lulav and the general ruckus of the market all rolled into one--just what holidays were made for. I'm going to get a sandwich.

Love,

Karen