An exciting and unexpected thing happened to me at the Farmer’s Market yesterday. I met another Jew, right here in my small town, right at the Farmer’s Market. “Are you Jewish?” the very nice young man selling bread at an organic farm table asked me, noticing my Star of David/Crossbones tattoo. It was a surprise. No one up here has ever asked me that before. I didn’t give him the whole story of my religious experience; I just said yes, and we shook hands, glad to meet one another. Some Jews live up here, but I don’t know many and...