Nobody does it better! Pavarotti charmed us from begining to end, and
for awhile the years fell away. Listening with our hearts, many of us
never heard the effects of time on the great voice, never noticed the
occasional warbled note reported by the "experts", and never cared
that
apparent strain was sometimes evident on the famous face. He was the
King again, one last time for us all, and we were his fortunate
sujects. My seat was perfect, four rows back, just left of center,
and
I felt the warmth of his broad smile and the breeze from his hanky.
And
it was a beautiful evening. If you were there, you know what I mean;
if
you were not, head for Florida. You don't want to miss this, believe
me.