The pinnacle of the Performing Arts in America is collapsing not from the weight of its chandelier, but from the brittleness of its imagination. The Metropolitan Opera has chosen extinction over evolution, and the evidence is no longer circumstantial.
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I walk everywhere. Not needing to have a car is a blessing of living on the East Coast. Janna walks everywhere, too. Sometimes, we walk together — and therein lies the rub when it comes to combining our love of walking — because we usually have trouble crossing the street.
As you may remember, in my article published a couple of months ago — A Memory of Martha — she was the owner of our local laundromat. Bad health returned Martha to her home country for three months for some rest and relaxation.
Janna is currently in Iowa visiting her mother. I miss her heaps, and I am happy to help whenever the call for assistance arrives from the Midwest into my Google Voice Inbox via SMS. Janna has her iPad with her and her creaky, water-soaked-and-barely-usable, iPhone 3G. Her 3GS was stolen. We skipped the iPhone 4 in indignant principle. We will move up the iPhone 4S or 5 or whatever it will be when it is announced.
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