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latke pushers
Tonight I stopped by the Squirrel Hill Giant Eagle on the way home. On my way out there was a small group of people standing around a table; they stopped me and I saw the channukiyot on the table. This wasn't what I understand to be the standard Lubavich approach, though -- and frankly, they didn't look like Lubavichers. No, they offered me a latke; they had a griddle going. Then they asked if I was Jewish and tried to give me a channukiyah. :-) I don't know who they were, but mmm, latke. :-)

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