We were at home, just about to sit down for our evening meal, when the front door buzzer went. On opening it, I was confronted by two men wearing the uniform like attire of dark trousers, a white shirt, flailing tzitzit, and a dome of a kippah. One was average height and looked, at the risk of over generalization, as a normal, average, plain guy. His companion was shorter, rounder, and had certain obvious physical ailments which I will not go into. Suffice it to say, he looked a poor wee soul. Continue reading