I’ll admit it. I’m a football fan. (My dad was the high-school French teacher, yearbook advisor, and JV football coach; language, photos and football were as important as church in our house – maybe even moreso.) And this Super Bowl has made me happy in several ways (other than the glaring omission of my team in the lineup): the selection of Ms. Fleming to sing the National Anthem, and the aplomb and class with which she did so was a lovely, lovely thing.
An opera singer delivering the National Anthem with ease and grace.
Halftime commercials with classical music and ballet featured.
Friends, could the tides, in some small way, be changing?
Indirect Routes 