I am in the office, doing some work. Chiara is down the hall in the bedroom, watching Oprah. I cannot really hear the program, but I am suddenly aware of the whooping and hollering of a couple hundred middle aged women coming from the TV.
Me: What is all that noise? Did Oprah just give everyone some milquetoast country singer's CD?
Chiara: No, she let some kid play guitar with his hero, Lenny Kravitz.
I nearly laughed up a lung.
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