I WASN’T RAISED RELIGIOUS. I was raised to: “Make it look good for the neighbours.” On the high holy days, when you weren’t allowed to drive anywhere (because the bible said so… don’t get me started), my mother would make us dress in our holiday best. My father would leave the apartment first and we would give him enough time to drive the car around to under the el (the elevated train) behind the building behind ours. We would then head out together looking like we were off for a wholesome walk. My mother’s eyes darted in every direction until we reached the car and then we’d all pile in — and go shopping. Or to visit one of her sisters. Or for a meal.