Applause, Please

I cannot stand snobbery; I doubt anybody can. I am especially embarrassed to catch myself putting on airs, and I admit it happens from time to time. The other night, I went to the symphony. I brought a co-worker who has become a friend. Perhaps sensing that I might tend toward pretentiousness, she joked that I must feel as if I am bringing culture to a girl from Toledo. My reply was that I am merely a guy from another hour up the highway, in Detroit. We heard Tchaikovsky's sixth and last symphon...