Tullio Voghera, Jussi Bjorling, Italy
It's Midsummer Eve in the early 60s. I have to catch a train, and I'm late. The taxi dispatcher tells me there a re no cabs available, followed by, "What's your name"? I answer "Voghera;· followed by-complete silence on the phone. Then the pleasantly suprising response: the name that moved me to the front of the taxi line was Tullio Voghera.
"Tullio Voghera, my father,"
Journal of the Jussi Björling Societies of the USA & UK: Vol. 17
, Article 4.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/jussibjorlingsociety/vol17/iss1/4