I remember taking the old warhorse, “Una Voce Poco Fa,” from Il Barbiere (Rossini) to three of the greatest living singing masters in Italy.

That my own son could have done something so horrible is a hard pill to swallow.

Their music frightful as the serpent’s hiss, And boding screech-owls make the concert full!

A spruce young lieutenant came over, saluted and clambered into the back of our jeep, and we were off.