I was in the middle of the Kedusha — one of the high points of the Shabbos morning prayer service — when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw young female flesh.
I looked out the door and there was a couple walking down the street. She had gorgeous blonde hair, but it was a sheitl (wig). She was pushing a baby carriage. Her husband wore a yarmulke.
All well and good, but what shocked me was that her skirt stopped a foot above the knee.
I love living in Pico-Robertson. This is truly the hot beating heart of Modern Orthodoxy.
