At the risk of stomping on a passel of toes, I’ve observed a high tide of displays on recent Eratosphere threads, all exactly true in every point, on various people’s ancestry. I claim an amoeba. And there I shall stop, but in 1695 my…. Anyway, nobody, exactly nobody, can help who their forebears were, none of us, dammit, so let’s just turn that page. (The past is another country: they usually do things differently there.) Still, this ancestry wave has inspired me to post the following link to a recent radio demolition derby compression of an opera where a family tree gets gnarly. Like it or not, this is a site for the kind of wallpaper music I listen to. No one has to like it, especially Grand Ole Opry fans.
https://www.wqxr.org/story/3-minute-...rdi-don-carlos