A couple of weeks ago I agreed to be the guest teacher at LBC and gave their theater class a crash course in the world of improv. As a way of saying thank you, the professor, Kristen, gave Sarah and I two tickets to see “Fiddler on the Roof” now playing at the historic Fulton Theatre in downtown Lancaster.
I’d been in the theater before but not to see a performance, so this was the first time for both of us. Our friends John and Lisa were telling us that the Fulton is the oldest continuously-running theater in the country and it is indeed a beautiful place. I knew nothing about the show going into it. I’d heard a couple of the songs (“Tradition,” “If I Were A Rich Man,” “Sunrise, Sunset”) but didn’t have any idea what to expect.
Sarah and I were both pleasantly surprised at the amount of humor in the show and the cast did a great job. The mostly silver-haired audience seemed a little cold at the onset but that didn’t deter the performers. They kept at it and turned out a first-rate performance and by the final bow the crowd was on their feet with cheers of “Bravo!” being shouted all around us.
Sarah and I are fortunate that we were able to walk the few short blocks down to the theater and despite the grand spectacle on the stage, the walk there and back was probably my favorite part of the evening. Hand in hand on a cool (not cold) December night, the streets to ourselves, and only the sound of Sarah’s heels and our conversation floating around us to fill the still night.