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Today was supposed to be an interesting day. Work was going to be manageable, yesterday had been nice and today I had plans to go to see Fiddler on the Roof on Broadway.

I haven't seen and know little, very little, about the show. All I know is that it's about a father trying to preserve his family's customs and he's jewish. So, today was going to be a culturally enlightening day, because I would learn about a broadway classic and I was going to get in touch with my inner gay, you know the one: that one that knows every single show tune by heart, composer, first date of performance and performer?

Alas, another opportunity lost. Work inevitably got in the way. Oy vey.

A.B.