It might have been prescient anticipation of the advent of Lewy into our home, but I never had the forbearance to enjoy the saga of Quixote.
His delusional tilting at windmills always annoyed me. The musical rendition of his story does offer some gorgeous musical flights, however.
One New Year’s Eve, Burt bought tickets for us to see The Man of LaMancha.
It opened on December 5, 2002, and played the Martin Beck [then the Al Hirschfeld].
Brian Stokes Mitchell, an actor we had come to appreciate in a variety of roles, sang the rousing I, Don Quixote and, of course The Impossible Dream.
His lovesong to his lady love, Aldonza, is called Dulcinea. It is languid and soulful.
Aldonza, the excellent Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio, mystified by his renaming her, reprises the song, as down to earth as he is flighty.
Hers is a measured, sensible, and proportionate response to Don Quixote’s confusion.
Little did I know that there would come the day when my practical and reasonable husband saw his own windmills to conquer.
this is our life 