Dreamed of the scene in The Magnificent Seven where Charles Bronson scolded the village boys for calling their parents cowards. (I saw that scene on TV when we were in Washington, D.C.)
Went out and bought some Cinematheque tickets. I also bought a horseshoe magnet at Science City. (The parents had been looking for one to give to cousin Alex.)
Finished reading In a Narrow Grave. My favourite essay was the last one, in which Larry McMurtry wrote about the Texas family he came from.
The choir performed the Easter concert at the St. Bonaventure church where we went to repeat our Christmas concert. I'm afraid we screwed up on the Bach piece. (Afterward, I heard Giuseppe saying, "I'll murder the tenors!")
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