Sukkot, according to my friend Pam, is the Jewish Camping Holiday. I like religions that celebrate camping. It looks quite a bit like Thanksgiving, but it happens outside and also features lemons.
This portable hut was brought by the big-hatted boys of Chabad. They are extremely Orthodox and are quite out of the mainstream I feel comfortable with, working as they are to hasten the end times.
However, one thing that is nice about Jews, even young Chabad members, is that they don’t proselytize. What keeps Chabad busy is trying to find lapsed Jews. So while they may be working hard on my street corner to get people to contemplate good deeds, once it was established that my tribe was not their tribe, they did not want to talk to me (though welcomed me taking a few pictures).
In this way, they are unlike the Jehovah Witnesses that come to my house in Seattle, who I can’t get rid of by carving pentagrams in my arms while smooching my boyfriend and watching Jerry Springer.