Sport 38: Winter 2010
The accountant is pudgy, slow-footed, balding formlessly . . . but his voice belongs on radio. It's alarming at first, to hear this booming yet personable voice coming from such an unassuming form.
When he visits the bank the other tellers can't help but listen in. He does well on the PTA. But most have decided this is one of nature's jokes: to waste such a voice on someone with little worth saying.
His two sons would disagree. To hear him singing in the shower or calling them home fills them with pride. But they are boys, and keep their Rigoletto to themselves.