As a child, I did a fair amount of community theater. My interest in acting was part of a broader attempt to feel like the middle-aged Jewish man I knew myself to be. It didn’t quite work that way: instead of being praised as the best amateur child Tevye in the history of community theater, I was quickly relegated to the chorus, where I sang about being…
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