The little town I grew up in was a near a summer resort for the Hasidic.’s from NY.

On Saturdays they would all walk up this long hill, in their full regalia and invade the town. Even as a 6yr old I knew what to do. We used to sit on a bench in front of the town store and throw Penny’all and nickels as they walked by and laugh as they chased them down. Anyway the hotel mysteriously burnt to the ground one winter, they never came back, guess they got the point.