Whats in a hat?
The picture of Jack Abramoff walking out of a federal courthouse on Tuesday wearing a distinctive fedora is by now iconic. And chances are, like Howard Fineman and Maureen Dowd, you thought he looked like a gangster. But that wasn’t my reaction. What struck me was that Abramoff was wearing my hat, a Borsalino, the ne plus ultra of Yeshiva boy caps. Tucked tight on his head, pinched even, perfectly symmetrical (if a little deep for my taste), it was immaculate. Maybe the contrition Abramoff expressed in his statements was real. Maybe he even recited “Baruch Dayan Emes,” the blessing you make when you hear really bad news, after he went to court. Maybe he was wearing a yami (a diminutive yarmulke) underneath his fedora. While it’s no secret that he’s an Orthodox (if not Torah-observant, or frum) Jew, I’ve never seen a picture of him with either a Borsalino or yarmulke before. Why now? As opposed to Abramoff, who I believe was raised frum from birth, I’m what is called a Baal Tshuva, a Je
