September 20, 2002

• On the flight back to Seattle, I got hit on by the rather attractive opera singer sitting in the next seat. He had been catching up on his sleep the whole flight, until he started pointing out natural landmarks in the Cascade mountains, shortly before we landed.
  
  I couldn’t help but admire the fearlessness with which he casually dropped his occupation. “I’m flying back from a master class I was giving in Albequerqe. I have a place in New York, but I grew up in Seattle, so I’m here. In fact, I’ve only been in New York a few weeks this year.” Wide grin.
  
  I should have at least given him my fone number. He knew the Cascades pretty well. I’ve given up trying to be queer (or hetero, for that matter), but hiking in the mountains is good.
  

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