Fab Fabio

Nothing could have prepared us for last night in Castelvecchio. Light show, smoke, mirrors, dancers, unbridled emotion, FABIO. Where were we? Reno? The crowd was huge and enthusiastic. I'll admit I was embarrassed when it came to me that I would rather be home reading Jane Austin. Imagine Tom Jones on the State House lawn. I think this was the equivalent. At least no one threw underwear. Dang I left mine on the clothes line.