Tradition…

Chiam Topol was born on this day in 1935.

And, of course, to think of Topol is to think of the Fiddler…

And Tradition.

For good and ill, the human way…

So often ill. Prejudice and constriction, the narrow way. The narrowest way.

And yet, also, with such narrowness, always a possibility of going deepest deep.

My take away at this point in my life is how the story in this play and film speaks many truths…

Among them how our community gives us life.

And how even without outside forces it has the possibility of destroying some while holding others.

And, and, there are always outside forces.

Once again, it seems critical to hold with open arms…

Then the best of tradition happens…

Or so it seems this lovely late Summer, dawn of the Autumn day…