If the shoe doesn't fit

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.

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