In response to the Sunday evening post: Show Me on the Ticket Where He Touched You, my mom sent me a nice email jogging my memory a bit regarding the culmination of several weeks of Jessye Norman ticket hiding:
"I was debating whether or not to respond. Dad and I are enjoying your
banter. Have you touched your tix today?
I remember well the trip to San Francisco. The festivities began even
before we left home with the aquarium housing three not necessarily
prized, but well loved, goldfish ended up on the floor in Vanessa's
room with fish flopping about in the nasty old green shag carpet. I
believe Grandma Missy was going to babysit and she took care of it with
the help of the three of you trying to gingerly pick up the fish all
the while screaming that they were going to die. A delightful and
relaxing start to the evening.
We were impressed and touched by the gift and the tickets were indeed
in the nosebleed section of the old War Memorial Opera House. Jessye
Norman sang so flat that it was difficult for even moi to handle
it....and you know it has to be pretty flat for me to be bothered. We
departed the concert and went to the newly opened Max's Opera Cafe
where we heard some incredible singer/waiters singing arias from the
Pearl Fishers. We returned home to find all sound asleep and the fish
alive and well back in the aquarium."