So here it is a sunny, cool, perfect summer Saturday. Want to guess what I am doing? Guess.
A.) Drinking Chianti at Buffalo's Italian Festival.
B.) Exploring farmers' markets for the perfect eggplants and tomatoes.
C.) Hiking the Niagara Gorge.
D.) Sitting inside reading up on the research French scientists have done on Mozart's skull.
Did someone say "D"?
We have a winner!
OK, in my defense, is does sort of look as if it could rain. And my window is open.
The business about Mozart's skull -- they are pretty sure it was his -- is pretty interesting. The Frenchies, whose names are Pierre-Francois and Bernard Puech, think that he died from a fall. Also there is all this stuff in there about his teeth. I guess most of his teeth had rotted out by the time he died. That was the way things were in the 18th century. In some ways it was not a pretty time!
It's funny, I have not read most of this stuff before. And I read a lot about Mozart.
As the Saturday passes.
La la la la la.