DRGinny, I was drunk.
DRJane, Charlotte is fine, I'm ecstatic to report. Ron emailed me this morning the message from the director of the program. Much relief in Manhattan today. I'm still waiting to hear from my friend Charlie Harmon, who used to be Leonard Bernstein's assistant. He's housesitting in London this summer after doing the music prep for the Royal Opera House premiere of Maazel's new opera 1984. I heard from Robert Kimball today that he'd heard from several mutual friends who are also fine.
Charlie just emailed me from London:
Except that it was too rainy to take the dogs out to the heath in the morning, yesterday wasn't exceptional here in Hampstead. I had the TV on all day - hadn't planned on going anywhere, and tried to spend the time extracting parts for the Chris Rouse ballet I'm working on. Fat chance! Neighbors came by to make sure I was here - they were actually more concerned about the dogs. But the spooky thing was that I had gone into the city on a bus Wednesday night to have dinner with a Boosey & Hawkes colleague, and had gotten off the bus at Tavistock Square, right where the bus had blown up yesterday morning. Hard to imagine the blood and guts splattered on the building there.
So today I went in for a librarians' lunch at the Opera House - they are determined to go on with life as normal. It was a delightful social afternoon. The Opera House staff is salt of the earth.