Monday, August 27, 2018 5:25 AM

I should know better than to shop for groceries on a Sunday morning. The stores are closed on Friday nights and Saturdays for the Sabbath, so they haven't restocked. Empty refrigerated bays, like rectangular tundras, lie barren, awaiting produce and meat. Young men guide massive floor-washing machines through the wider aisles. In a narrow aisle, a mother pushes a stroller swiftly, like a battering ram. The child inside laughs whenever it hits a person or display. The mother, focused on the sound coming through her earbuds, doesn't seem to notice. I get most of what I want. I'll have to come back for the rest.