Rude Awakening

 

Tomorrow we’ll be listening as someone sings a thought we’ve all had – ‘If I were a rich man. . .’

We’ll be at the Asolo Repertory Theatre in Sarasota for our last play before we return to Massachusetts. 

Sitting on the grounds of the Ringling Museum, it’s lovely, an 18^th century Italian-style theater staging Broadway hits, little-known productions, and classics.

Somehow I’ve lived this long without seeing Fiddler on the Roof in any form, outside of snippets here and there. I’m looking forward to the music, the drama, and the costumes.

However, with both my kids marryied into the Jewish faith, and our five Jewish grandchildren, I was unsettled at the before-you-arrive email I received from the theater:

 

 

Your safety and comfort are our highest priority. In consultation with leaders in the local Jewish community and other theaters that have recently produced Fiddler on the Roof, we have arranged for uniformed security personnel to be present at all performances.

 

This is entirely a precautionary measure and we want you to arrive feeling informed and at ease.