At the Severance Restaurant Saturday night, a lady said to her dinner companion, "I've switched my favorite composer. It used to be Mozart, but now it's --"
Just then my dinner companions arrived, and in the conversation, I didn't hear what composer the woman had chosen.
On my way back from the buffet, balancing my plate of salmon, chicken and pasta on one hand, I approached her table and asked who she had chosen.
"Bach," she replied. "Do you agree?"
Do you?
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