Thursday, April 5, 2018 8:01 AM

In the supermarket at the mall, a sudden rumbling startles me. When a shopper pulls a bulb of kohlrabi from the bottom of a sloping display, an avalanche of vegetables cascades to the floor. Many shelves and some entire aisles there are still hidden behind opaque plastic. Signs say (I think) that the goods on them won't even ring up at checkout during Passover. On the bus home, four teenagers, tanned and wearing shorts, sit in pairs of seats facing each other with all their legs entwined. I have trouble telling which feet belong to whom. The problems that they have untangling when one needs to get off suggests that so do they.