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Does every day seem the same as the last? That’s the complaint I hear most often as the pandemic wears on.
I can still feel the doorjamb pressed hard against the back of my head, each move causing a painful tug against an errant strand of hair. But I wanted to be there, and I strained to stretch my body upward, fighting the urge to resort to tiptoes. Dad took the ruler and balanced it evenly on the top of my head. He then quickly penciled in a line at its intersection with the molding behind me.
“Fiddler on the Roof” is one of the most enduring musicals written. It first previewed here in Detroit in 1964, and I’m sure regional or touring companies will continue performing it in the future for many years to come. And, of course, the movie version is always available!
It was over 30 years ago. I sat in a pew in a little church on the village green of Franklin, Michigan. It was the usual Sunday service, but I was stirred by the sermon from a minister who was still relatively new to me.
It’s been 51 years since we have brought a new puppy into our household. Don’t get me wrong. We love dogs and have had quite a number over the years. But it took five decades—during which we rescued many young adult dogs—before we decided we would try adopting a six-month-old puppy again.