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To: Thomas C. White who wrote (17387)	2/5/1999 7:14:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

You are very perceptive, Thomas. We bought this house partly because it's across the road from the park and the baseball fields. You can see the lights and hear the cheers on summer nights. Luckily there is a family who did put a real infield in their backyard so Ammo could practice at their house. And there are several homes with full basketball courts. And batting cages. Yuppies take the development of their children's sports aptitude very seriously. I would gladly drive the backhoe myself; the pool is a pain in the tush. I'd like to put in a Karaoke Bar instead. Or maybe a little movie theatre.

To: Thomas C. White who wrote (17387)	2/6/1999 1:14:00 PM
From: Rambi	Respond to of 71178

I'm thinking of you today, oh fellow Puccini lover-- The final offering of the Dallas opera season is La Bohème. There are large trays of Hall's cough drops placed around the foyer for all the productions which I find delightfully charming and appropriate for Bohème. The current virus going around here is a terrible coughing kind; everyone has it. If coughing is catching like yawning, tonight will be a hard night for the performers. It's bad enough when someone hums along with an aria; this could get really ugly. Mimi may not expire alone. Did you know that Puccini stole the idea for Bohème from Leoncavallo? And that to pacify his wife who was irritated when he went out hunting instead of working on the opera, he hired someone to come in early in the morning and play Che gelida manina softly and pensively while he snuck out? I shall report on the evening later- Didn't I once sing Mimi to your Rudolfo replete with hacking, spitting and choking in a post? More good old days... Oh did I tell you about the man in front of us who had joined a friend in our aisle during the intermission and when we came back, he decided to step over the seat rather than go around, only his foot got caught in the seat and he couldn't get it out? The lights were dimming and he was standing there facing me with this terrified expression. I couldn't help it. I laughed until I cried. He sort of turned and squatted, with his leg still through the seat. I don't know how he finally got it out. I was laughing too hard to see. Maybe he's still there.