The Rest of the Story

The American Tenors concert was wonderful but there's more to the story. Isn't there always more to every story?

It's true, I put the convertible top down and drove in the dark, cool night under a full moon but it wasn't just to enjoy the evening air and starry night. The rest of the story is that I was gagging for some fresh air. You see, the concert was held in a very modern auditorium in a retirement community.

Do you know what that means? It means that the venue was filled to the rafters with elderly women.

Elderly women bathed in clouds of heavy perfume. I'm talking heavy perfume of many types. The result was an oppressive fog. I'm wondering how the tenors windpipes could survive such an onslaught of chemicals.

I've said many times that anyone over 60 should probably not wear perfume, me included! Something changes in our body chemistry and BOOM.... when perfume hits the skin it transforms into something unintended.

Perhaps women should be carded at the perfume counter, limited to a watered down version of a light scent.

I've given up wearing perfume except perhaps a light spritz of CK One which I spray in the air in front of me and quickly run through.

But Wednesday night? Wednesday night I was in "White Linen Hell".

How about you? Do you wear perfume? Do you have a signature scent? I worked with a woman who only wore "Nude" by Bill Blass. It is a very distinctive scent and she wore it sparingly. You could get the slightest hint and know that she was somewhere nearby.