Tevye needs a nap

A hammock beneath a leaning pine tree. Sounds crazy, no? But in our little village of San Clemente (what a name for a shtetl!), you might say every one of us needs a hammock beneath a leaning pine tree, trying to scratch out a pleasant, simple nap without breaking his neck under a crushing branch or even getting bonked in the eye by a falling pine cone. It isn’t easy. You may ask, why do we nap there if it’s so dangerous? We nap because San Clemente is our home. . . . and that's where the hammock is.  Why do we keep napping?  That I can tell you in a few words...cause I frickin' wake up at 5 in the morning!

Because of our early risings, we’ve napped here for many, many years. Here in San Clemente we have naps for everything. . . for getting up too early, for going to sleep too late, because it's sunny out 360 days a year... You may ask how did this napping tradition start. I’ll tell you – I don’t know (but it was probably the Papa). But it’s a tradition . . . Because of our traditions, everyone knows who he is and when he's supposed to take a nap.  Now Gay schluffen.