Years ago, we won’t say how many, but all you need to do is look it up, my cousin Julie was joining my mother and I at the Met. Of course I was drooling over Sherrill Milnes. What can I say, I’m a junkie. After awhile he refused to sign autographs for me, saying that I had enough of his photos to wallpaper my guest bathroom. (BTW: I suspect, when I get my dream house, I’m going to do just that, just for the fun of it.) Anyway, Julie met us at the Met. She told me to forget about Milnes, she had discovered a new baritone, her Handsome Baritone. We’ve always referred to him as Julie’s Handsome Baritone. The truly disgusting thing about Thomas Hampson is that he proves the old adage that men just get better looking as they age. Like I said, it just isn’t fair! And – the man can croon!