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To: Edwarda who wrote (46597)	2/7/2000 10:53:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Today I was writing to someone that actually this millennium was not off to a stellar start. A bunch of defeats on all quarters for everyone in the family. We were all feeling a little sorry for ourselves, and then we went to see La Traviata Saturday night. And Edwarda, I guess things could be worse. At least we don't have tuberculosis. They gave out kleenex packs in the lobby before the opera with little heartshaped stickers on them that said, Cry your eyes out. Ammo loved it; Traviata is so--- operatic. He was really tired, but he was determined to make it to the end because he wanted to see Violetta drop dead. The tragedy of the evening was marred-or maybe it was enhanced-- by the sight of this poor man trying to get to his seat before the curtain rose. The aisles at the Music Hall are pretty steeply raked, and he must have had on new shoes, because he started sliding and couldn't stop. He just took off down the aisle, apologizing as he wiped out little old ladies in his path. We saw all these poor women in furs leaping aside so we turned to see what was wrong and here comes this older man with silver hair in a tux gliding toward us at an impressive speed. He really should have had ski poles. As he went by, he grabbed the back of our seats to try and stop himself but succeeded only in stopping the top half of his body; his feet kept on going down the aisle. We tried to look concerned. Dan, of course, leaped to help him up- he's such a gentleman- but there was really nothing to be done. As soon as the man was on his feet again-- swooosh--- off he slid, shouting out his thanks. Ammo and I looked at each other and just lost it. We snickered through the whole overture. I can't even see a tragic opera without something ludicrous happening. It really makes it difficult to take my life seriously. You don't have tuberculosis, do you?