<p>Last Saturday, TheMom and I were fortunate enough to have balcony seats to see Topol in his farewell tour of “Fiddler on the Roof.” It was great fun and is among my top theater experiences ever. <enter arlo=“” guthrie=“” mode=“”> But that’s not what I’m hear to talk about. <exit mode=“”></exit></enter></p>
<p>The next night, we were talking to D in our weekly call to the East Coast, and I told her about the performance, which she would have appreciated, having seen the movie many times. I was so enthusiastic that I told her that I was reimplementing the tradition of arranged marriages. </p>
<p>I didn’t even <em>know</em> that you could hear someone roll their eyes over the telephone…I tell you, the improvements in technology are wondrous.</p>
<p>The “I’ve put the phone down, will pick it up and say “uh huh” a couple of times” is already palpable through the phone. As is the sound co the keyboark click-clacking away…</p>
<p>I met a young (30ish) woman the other day from India and in the course of conversation found out that her 4 year marriage was arranged. Her husband’s family lives in the states and they wanted a bride for their son so they went to India and “found” her (“that is her word”) I don’t know how they found her but she is an educated and very articulate woman.</p>
<p>She said that she did not think it strange at all for her parents to make this arrangement and said the marriage is very happy and she has no regrets at all, though she does miss seeing her family back in India.</p>
<p>It is nice to see you in the neighborhood TheDad. Do you keep in contact with Twinkle or Arisathena?</p>