The first time I was told to wear a reflector when walking to shul was during an NCSY shabbaton in Syracuse, I thought it was nerdy and very overprotective modern orthodox of them to tell us to don reflective vests and belts which made us look like Jewish construction workers – it would have fit well because like most roadside construction workers we weren’t actually doing any work, all we would have needed were some cones and idle heavy machinery to make us look real.
Later on in life when I lived in Monsey there would be these raging debates over whether to wear the reflective gear or not. I have nearly ran down many chassidish families in my day.
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