In November of 1961, when the Mets were still more or less in the blueprint stage, they had a little office in the basement of the Martinique Hotel [1] with Bill Gibson in charge. A sign over the door read:
“Mets’ Ticket Office”
Bill said that every once in a while people would show up and ask for a couple of good seats for La Boheme or some other opera, and he’d have to direct them seven blocks north [2] on Broadway. “I did my level best for the Metropolitan Opera Company,” says Gibson. “I hope they had a reciprocal arrangement for me.”
More than 45 years later they have. Kristin Chenoweth, star of song, stage [3] and small screen (very small — at 4′ 11″, she looks up to Harry Chappas [4]) performed at the Metropolitan Opera [5] the other night. Her choice of outfit was perfect for any place called the Met.
Or any place at all.