"While you are in Sunnyvale, I will be in San Francisco as Guest Flutist for an afternoon performance of The Magic Flute. Can I interest you in more cappuccino and another piece of cheese cake?"

Mira’s kitchen in President’s house was a place of warm blue colors, copper pans, and the aroma of French Roast coffee. "Yes to both cappuccino and cheesecake, and presuming that Tamino cannot actually play the flute, I envision that when the sound of your flute echoes magically from San Francisco, the wild beasts in the Sunnyvale Secondary will convert their tackles into dance steps, and in the third quarter, your flute music will guide ball carriers Achebe, The Baron, Murphy, Ortega, Gerry, and B2 (wearing the new brace that the Medical Center docs have made him) magically through Coach Kasper's defense strategy ordeals that the Racs are practicing this very afternoon on the playing fields of Sunnyvale."

"Anything can happen when I play the Magic Flute. Wild beasts dance, and lovers embrace."