Yesterday morning I needed to stop at the Giant Eagle at the top of Cedar Hill for a few things for a food contribution I was making to a reception after church. It was about 9:15, and the store was almost deserted, except for a crew of workers taking inventory, and the usual check-out people. So you can imagine my surprise to witness Cleveland Orchestra Music Director Franz Welser-Möst pushing around a grocery cart. There is always a kind of dissonance in seeing someone famous out of their usual context. And I guess I think that people like Franz must have minions to do the grocery shopping for them. (Somehow I can’t even imagine Christoph von Dohnanyi or Lorin Maazel in the grocery store.)

Franz was looking good, although he has let his hair grow out, and I think I preferred it shorter.