Epiphany!

Today I was casually walking by the video rental section of my dear, dear local library.  Casual because rentals cost a dollar and I don't ever have a dollar, so I wasn't exactly browsing, I was really just strolling by while I waited for Anna to finish up her piano lesson at the church across the street.  Also, I was trying to find something thick and studious and philosophical so that the three issues of Redbook and People and US Weekly magazines I was carting around would be slightly less embarrassing at the check out stand.  But I digress.  The point is, my eye caught the dvd Fiddler on the Roof.


I grew up on Fiddler.  If I Were A Rich Man?  Yeah, my dad sings it all the time.  Matchmaker, Matchmaker?  Like the best romantic song EVAH.  


So, out of a sense of nostalgia and the realization that my little middler would love, adore and quite possibly memorize every line to this particular musical, I pick it up and look on the back.


Excerpt:


Fiddler on the Roof is a classic story of Tevye and his family during turn of the century czarist Russia.


WHAAAAAAA??????????????????????????????????????????????????


Are you flipping kidding me?


There were no nazis?


They weren't running from Hilter?


At the end when they leave everything behind and join the throng of Jews walking you mean to tell me they weren't on their way to a concentration camp?


My world has been rocked.


Topsy turvy.


Can I trust anything anymore?  Things I thought I knew?


Next you're gonna tell me that they didn't meet up with the Von Trapps as they all crossed the Alps together?  Instead they met up with evil Rasputin?  Was Yentl not there either?  Anastasia?  The singing bat? 


Sigh.


And history is my good subject.  You should see me at math.