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“[I]n our little village of Anatevka, you might say every one of us is a fiddler on the roof — trying to scratch out a pleasant, simple tune without breaking his neck. It isn't easy. You may ask, Why do we stay up there if it’s so dangerous? Well, we stay because Anatevka is our home. And how do we keep our balance? That I can tell you in one word: Tradition!”
— Tevye the Milkman in Fiddler on the Roof (written by Joseph Stein)
Man vs. Holiday Conifer, in their annual struggle-to-the-death.
Growing up, and coming home again.
Emotion-filled traditions and overcooked French fries.