Exactly 49 years ago today, Fiddler on the Roof opened on Broadway. I don’t think there’s been a day since when it hasn’t been playing somewhere on the globe. We are now as far away from Fiddler as the show was from Sholem-Aleichem’s original Tevye stories. Yet neither the show nor the Yiddish stories show signs of losing their power. The reasons for Tevye’s abiding resonance change with the times, but this figure of transition always has something timely to say. L’chaim!