My American Idol

Dear little old lady singing loudly and badly in the booth next to me in the quiet restaurant;

Thank You.

I needed a reminder that song is an eruption of joy, not a staged performance reserved for practiced professionals.

I can’t recall ever getting this much enjoyment from Lionel Ritchie’s Three Times A Lady in my entire life.

Thank you, tone deaf Grandma.

Keep singing, old girl. Keep singing.

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