Oklahoma!

It is dark. Luisa and I are nestled under our down comforter and the cat is sleeping at our feet. Both children are asleep in their own beds which is a miracle. The house is completely quiet. Suddenly, there is a loud sound. Is it an alarm...a drunk in the alley? No. The sound is coming from inside the house, from the childrens' room. Someone is singing loudly...

We know we belong to the land And the land we belong to is grand! And when we say Yeeow! Ayipioeeay! We're only sayin' You're doin' fine, Oklahoma! Oklahoma O.K. L - A - H - O - M - A OKLAHOMA!

There is passion, the appropriate crescendo and then the performance is over as abruptly as it began. It is 5:45 a.m.

I start to sympathize with the conservative Reverend Shaw Moore in Footloose...music and young people are a dangerous combination.