Monday night, Junko (my darling wife) had her first recital before an audience that didn’t consist solely of family, friends, or the students from the singing classes she takes.

She says she was so nervous that, after practicing earlier in the day, she lay down on a sofa and just felt sick, saying to herself, "I want to go home, I want to go home…" Luckily, she had no ruby slippers, and when the time came she did a great job. She probably wouldn’t have gotten a ticket to Hollywood, but Randy would’ve been nice to her, Simon wouldn’t have been too mean, and Paula would have been very complimentary.

She started this hobby of taking singing lessons a few months ago, and I’m really happy that she’s getting on stage now. She has a strong lower-range, rich-and-sultry voice. She needs some more practice, but she’s already a good amateur. I’m proud of her for going for it, and I know she’ll only get better and better.