When in Williamsburg the other month, I saw lots of folks I took to be Hasidic, but nobody who looked any hipper than my middle-aged un-hip self. Of course, it

When in Williamsburg the other month, I saw lots of folks I took to be Hasidic, but nobody who looked any hipper than my middle-aged un-hip self. Of course, it was between 11 and noon, so perhaps the truly hip had not rolled out of the sack yet. But it surprises me that the Satmars wouldn't have the whole congressional thing in mind.