The NYCO was a respectable artistic competitor to the Met in the early years, but two major opera houses across the plaza from one another was just not economically viable, especially when one had had the social cachet and money of the Met, and the other was always struggling to pay the bills. The NYCO's greatest stars always defected eventually to the Met, Sills being the most notable. I saw some wonderful performances there in the 1960s and 70s, but eventually it became a place to go only if you couldn't get a ticket somewhere else.
Nikko is definitely worth a day trip. We did it our first time in Tokyo, and liked it so much that on our next trip to Japan, we booked an overnight there.
I dipped in and out of the broadcast, but I found many of the ads that I saw hard to understand; in fact, sometimes I couldn't even figure out what was being advertised. The game was much easier to follow.
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However, I have found that only the better Target stores carry that model. Here in the desert, I have to go to the Target in Palm Desert to buy one.
I'm surprised they rejected "annal,"which is in my dictionary as "a record of a single year" (plural "annals"). I'm also surprised that they accepted "vacay." I like "cantata"!
Yes, I fantasize about the things I could have done but didn't because at the time they seemed too scary. A wise escort once told me, "Some fantasies are better when they are left that way."
I sat next to Bruno one time on the ferry to Fire Island. He tried to look so hard to approach mainly because he was shy about the fact he didn't speak English very well.
I just read that Uber is testing a new program at PSP, in which drivers can set their own prices, so be alert. Apparently it is creating a lot of confusion today.
An escort I was friendly with in the old pre-Internet days and I sat down one day with the Advocate pink pages and went went through all the escort ads. He had had sex with more of the advertisers than I had. Unfortunately, he eventually fell in love with one of them who was gorgeous but crazy.
Fucsovics is not my type, but I find his vascular arms fascinating. He has a face that Tom of Finland would have loved.
It was interesting to watch the way he managed to beat Shapo with a defensive game that frustrated Shapo into trying for too many winners. I have seen a number of his matches, and he never seems to look winded.
I am not attracted physically to Wawrinka, but I always root for him to win.
My spouse (again!) left his jacket with his wallet in it on a chair at the departure gate at PSP at the beginning of a trip to London, and didn't realize it until we got to LAX, where we were changing for the flight to Heathrow. He had his passport in his hand when he boarded at PSP, but that was all he had--no other ID, credit cards or money. As soon as we got to where we were staying in London, we called Amex, and they said, "No problem! Just come over to the office at Piccadilly Circus and we will give you a replacement." So we walked to the office, and within minutes he had a credit card and some cash. Needless to see, he is a loyal Amex member. The real nuisance was replacing all the ID.
BTW, when we called from LAX, the airline said they found his jacket at the gate in PSP, and he could retrieve it when he got back, but when we checked on our return, no one could find it. However, none of the cards in it were ever used.