I never had a reason to walk down Bedford Avenue to the Williamsburg Bridge until the recent transit strike.

Hasidic Jews live at the base of the Williamsburg Bridge in Brooklyn. It’s a lot like Chelsea, but screaming queens and power dykes are replaced by men with beautiful curls around their ears and women who dress in a humble tone.

I really like the Williamsburg neighborhood of the Hasidic Jews. It was a pure Christmas joy to walk to work through their neighborhood. I wonder if I could find an apartment there and live among them.

I wouldn’t try to convert to their religion like Madonna has. But I may try to convert a few handsome Rabbi to my religion.

I mistakenly wore my favorite winter cap through Williamsburg yesterday. It's a hat with flaps that extend down over the ears. Strings hang from the ear warming flaps so that the muffs can be tied up in milder weather.

It was cold yesterday in New York City and I had to let my ear muff flaps down. The strings on my winter cap must have looked like peyos from a distance as I sha shayed down Bedford Avenue like a drag queen marching down Fifth Avenue on Gay Pride Day.

"Am I a blasphemer ? I asked my heterosexual friend as I flipped the strings on my hat and claimed "I have Jerri Curls too" in Williamsburg today.

My friend exclaimed "No!" and pointed to a sign on the side of a building in Williamsburg which read, "My house shall be called a house of worship for all people!"