My home town doesn't have many Jews. We used to have many more, but those that wanted to practice their faith moved to bigger centres of Jewish population. Despite our dwindling numbers, we still have three functioning synagogues. The synagogue I attend has a Chabad rabbi. When he walks to the synagogue for sabbath prayers, he wears his traditional black topcoat and black hat. I'm sure he attracts a lot of attention.
This past weekend, our rabbi hosted some of his family members, and of course, they also attended synagogue for the sabbath. On Saturday morning during prayers, the rabbi mentioned that when he and his family members were walking home after Friday night services, they were stopped by two passerby's who wanted to photograph them.
I hadn't really thought much about this, but I imagine it has been many years (if indeed it has ever happened before) that four Chabad rabbis have walked together on the streets of this town. For posterity, I asked that they furnish a picture of the "family" of rabbis.
Our rabbi is third from the left. The other rabbis are his brothers and father.
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