I met a woman named Carmen today. I remember my family had an ancient 78 record player, and somewhere when I was young, either between that or the credenza, where we kept Herb Alpert and Barbara Streisand, I recall listening to a recording of Bizet's Carmen.
Yet when I went shopping in WalMart today for music (yes, probably a mistake), they had no Carmen.
In fact, they had no Classical music.
When the poor clerk tried to show me where the classical music section was supposed to be, they showed me collections of 1970s disco music, Hank Williams, and other rock, country and Christian bands.
I picked up three greatest hits albums: Ramones, Chicago and War.
Classical American music.
It's just not Bizet's Carmen.