I was in our Health Club a few weeks ago, and while sitting in the Sauna having a schvitz some small talk ensued with a guy a see around often. Being a Frum Jew and living near Lancaster PA, I often get confused for someone I’m not. Just this time the conversation was a bit more persistent than normal.

Mike: so, you must live out by the Amish (i.e. Lancaster PA)
Me: I’m not Amish, I live in Downingtown
Mike: Oh, do you have a farm there?
Me: No I live in a townhouse by Marsh Creek Park, I’m not Amish
Mike: I was thinking of getting a Shed and taking a ride out to the Amish to pick one up, do you know of any……..
Me: Seriously, I’m not Amish

So with Purim coming up  at the time, I needed a less then elaborate costume which still held to my Level to Tznuis (modesty).  I thought about the conversation I had with Mike, and thought, how far of a stretch would I need to make. A Hat? Suspenders?  So I drove out to Lancaster (about 30 minutes away), “Traded in” my $200 Borsalino black Fedora for a $20 hat that I bought off a road side Amish farm/Kisok.

So for Purim last week, I dressed up as…..

 

 As the Lyrics go in the Donna and the Buffalo song Family Picture:   “Sure as the sunrise it doesn’t matter the shape of the hat
  It all fits together in a family picture and every wall’s got room for that”