The high point of my own involvement with Wagner came in 1973, during a concert performance of The Flying Dutchman at Wolf Trap, when I fell over the railing and rolled down the lawn during one of the more turbulent episodes. And yes, I had been imbibing a bit. I picked myself up, brushed myself off, and - with great dignity, I like to think - walked back up the hill.
That anecdote made me giggle. I know, I'm a horrible person.
ReplyDeleteI think it's pretty funny myself, Frank. By the way, there is now a winery in Laceyville.
ReplyDeleteWhatever next? A Starbucks?
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