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So my brother and father are singing with the Boston Pops tonight. Not as soloists, so it's really no big deal. The Oregon Reparatory Singers were asked to provide the voices. I guess it happens in every town. Mike found a way to get us into a box, so we'll have good seats and good hotdogs. I'm not a big fan of the hotdogs, myself. But the seating is incredible. A bit distant, but so so comfortable. I can't say that luxury fits me, though. Or maybe it's that I don't fit it. I can talk the talk and walk the walk, I've discovered. But in a sense, that's worse. |  |