Tuesday, February 27, 2018 5:25 PM

The ground in front of the shop is strewn with oranges, not from a shelf but fallen from a tree on the curb. More zombies than usual shuffle through the office park. Four soldiers, clothes and bodies painted Gumby green, march in lockstep across the street. (Purim is coming.) A hot air balloon in the distance is painted with what I read as grinning stereotypes: Chinese, African, Native American. As it descends, I see that they are really Ninja Turtles. A father and son, fringes flying, play one-on-one soccer in the plaza. Other boys on powered skateboards zoom skillfully around them.