You might want to put on the headphones and take a moment with this one.
Flower wilt, candies melt, dinners out make me feel like a lox.
But this is a Valentine's gift for the ages.
Years past, I'd go out and buy an opera for my wife. Not commission one, buy one. I'd look up favorite performances in Ted Libby's guide, then hunt one down at Tower's classical branch on South Street, or HMV, and now what do I do?
What will join Tosca and Il Trovatore and Aida and Cosi Fan Tutte and Peleas and Melisande?
The Drive-By Truckers doing Feb. 14?
Why not. The kids are out of the house. It's just us and the dog. Time put on those high-heeled sneakers.