I just got back from watching a remarkable high school production of "Fiddler on the Roof". The kids were great and there was lots of love in the room.

While I was watching it, I was able to forget that my government was engaging in mass murder and that (far, far too) many of my fellow citizens were happy about it.

The show is over. Wine is filling the void it has left. Wine is being assisted, tonight, by papers which I must grade.