Some say Carusso is his finest. Some say, it is Nessum Dorma. I’d say play both and then some more from the discography of this fine man on today’s rain-washed evening. Opera, for the evening. The evening takes one back to another day when in October’s persistent rain two tramps made a hasty walk to Berlin Philharmonie, only to find the hall saturated with people. Returned to bed that night with a thirst, that the season couldn’t quench. Took this tropical spring to work up that lost occasion and answer it tonight.