The Opera

We taken a taxi. Hollis had kinda pushed me to go out an buy a new suit and shirt and tie. I wouldn't buy no new shoes though. My Sunday ones is good enough. All that stuff cost a lot but I ain't never gonna spend what I got no way. We got to the opera and I'm telling you the people that was there looked like they was all butlers in them old movies. The mens was dressed like Fred Astaire and the womens was really all frilled up. We had good seats right down front. Now like I said I know how the music is gonna go with my daddy spending his young years with that Italian family in New Orleans and all. They started playing the overturn and I couldn't help but close my eyes and imagine I was sitting on Harper Lake with a soft breeze on my face. I had to try not to notice all them different kinds of perfumes. I opened my eyes a couple of times during the show; one was when Figgy Rowe sang his piece. He was good. You know he was the same guy what got married in Mose Hart's opera. I have to say I am glad Hollis taken me and all, but ain't nothing like sitting on my lake and listening to the overturn and watching that ole osprey fly all around like he could hear the music too.

Tomorrow: The Tower and Anbow Lynn

                                                                         Mose Hart