I was sitting in the succah (jewish ritual hut for the holiday of Succot) in Madison Square park last Wednsday (the door to Baruch’s succah was locked), when I heard music playing. I listened for a minute or two before I realized that someone outside was playing Jewish music on a trumpet. I looked out the door, and I saw an older guy in a leather jacket who didn’t look Jewish at all, sitting on a bench playing the trumpet. I was glad to be able to have something to do while I ate lunch. I asked the rabbi who built the succah if he knew who that guy was, and he said he knew him because he always played outside their succah. I didn’t have time to ask this guy why he spent all day playing Jewish music in the park, but I certainly wasn’t complaining.