By Emily R. Pellerin with Seth Caplan
Prologue
The sun dips so quickly in the wintertime. In the dusk, I don’t feel like I’m giving this stained-glass behemoth its proper viewing. Even so, its brilliance has me sucked in.
It’s late afternoon and I’m at the Eldridge Street Synagogue in New York City, on a balcony above the sanctuary’s pulpit, staring up at …