Today I thought about Maria Callas a lot. She died on this day in 1977. I was only 14 years old. Listened to the Hamburg ‘59 in the car. I even got the bright idea to have a Maria Callas party. It could be a costume thing where we all dress as characters from Turandot, wonderful costumes in that, or Tosca, or Aida or gosh, I don’t know, a bunch of others. She was in everything. Someone could even dress up as Ari Onassis. It would be great! Then my friend brought me back down to Earth with “Who is Maria Callas?” -- I know that no one is an island but sometimes I feel like one.