My mother was a big fan
of Luciano Pavarotti. She had a
modest collection of his records and tapes that she listened to, and was
delighted when Patience and I told her we had purchased tickets for all of us
to an upcoming concert in Philadelphia.
The concert was in a
sports arena, which has since been torn down, and as we were walking up toward
our seats my father, slipped and fell, face down on the concrete steps. His face was bruised and bleeding; an
attendant quickly arrived to help and offered to take him to a first aid
station, to which my mother replied, “oh he’s ok, lets get to our seats”. She had NO intention of missing any of
the Pavarotti concert for a few bruises.
Yesterday I watched a
Tribute to Pavarotti on a DVD, which included video of one of his concerts, and
all I could think of was my mother, and how much she would have enjoyed the
opportunities our new technology provides us. It was another reminder of the good fortune I enjoy, that
was not available to her.
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| 1985 |
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| 1985 |
For "good measure" I have to include this photo of me from the early 80's when I still had hair and it was brown.
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| A Pavarotti Wannabe |
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