I haven’t yet checked to see how many tabloid writers allowed themselves to indulge in the expected headline – about knowing how it’s over because the fat lady has sung, about the final curtain falling.
The Amato Opera has ended its spectacular run on the Bowery, and I was among the many reporters who told Tony Amato’s story over the years. To this day, I often find myself, in a meditative moment, remembering these words of his, which seem especially apt at this moment.
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