"'These goddamned Okies are thieves. They'll steal anything. They've got no sense of property rights.'... And the latter was true, for how can a man without property know the ache of ownership?"--The Grapes of Wrath
Dreamed of passing through a community centre in Vaughan with a Polish name where people were brushing their teeth in public.
Dinner was salmon.
We went through the first Cenerentola dress rehearsal. We still haven't got the "Il pranzo in ordine" chorus right. (Barbara wore a T-shirt saying "Don't make me use my opera voice"!)
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