The operatic moment came back

It wasn't "Summertime," nor "Ain't Necessarily So." It was (I just found it) "My Man's Gone Now." Perhaps it was even more enjoyable because I couldn't make out almost any of the words in the car. Two guys on the side of the road turned to stare as the opera...well it probably wafted more than blasted out the window, but still I was surprised that they turned to look. I remembered the young southern black woman, a student at a school of the arts, singing opera to me on my birthday a few years ago. I thought about the South. I was hungry. I had just got off work. I rolled down the window to spit out the shells of sunflower seeds.