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My ex-girlfriend used to say that opera was for drag queens and interior decorators. She refused to attend any performances after our very first “La Traviata” where she found the singing and the costumes “just silly.” She would quip with friends about our “la, la, la” time that night. The opera’s tragic death scene made her want to “kill herself.” Death never came “so slowly.” Etc., etc., etc. I listened to it for years. As a m...

My ex-girlfriend used to say that opera was for drag queens and interior decorators. She refused to attend any performances after our very first “La Traviata” where she found the singing and the costumes “just silly.” She would quip with friends about our “la, la, la” time that night. The opera’s tragic death scene made her want to “kill herself.” Death never came “so slowly.” Etc., etc., etc. I listened to it for years. As a m...

A night at the opera.... The second plate went back. The waiter and I exchanged glances. A furtive eye-brow slid up in a quick quiver. It was the type you might imagine on a frog if it had an eyebrow just before its tongue took off for a fly or, alternatively, just before it jumped from a lily pad to avoid a big bass rising from the depths threatening to eat it. This case was the latter. Our waiter, I am sure, felt lucky to have his eyebrows intact after the beating he had taken from my frie...