I tried to buy our seats over the Web, but couldn’t get the system to give me a choice, so I called the friendly (but obviously not happy with her job) person at the call center who was far more flexible in providing information; now I’m waiting for the envelope to arrive with tickets for second-row balcony seats.
I haven’t seen the Karamazovs for many years; I still have one of their T-shirts from the show we saw sometime in the 80s, but I’m afraid either it’s gotten smaller or I’ve grown. Maybe Jeffrey will be able to wear it.