Or not Cleveland. To Cleveland or not to Cleveland? That is the question. The Cleveland airport was closed. So I sat in O'Hare and got drunk and ate Caesar salad and talked to a very nice man from Austria. I tried out my German which is still remarkably good. And came home.
I'm not very lucky. I was going to Cleveland to see Jonas Kaufmann sing Das Lied von der Erde, a piece of which I am quite fond. I was even going to forgive them for casting a baritone instead of a mezzo. Sigh.