My Friend Barb
My buddy Chris lost his Mom yesterday, and I immediately remembered so many moments. Life is made up of moments that stand out in the face of routine, work and drudgery. 1). The first one I thought of was a night when I was sick. The head cold was destroying me and I had a sore throat, was tired and my voice was shot. Chris had invited me out for dinner and I went, with a design on bugging out early. Half the reason I went was because Barb and Eddie were going to be there. We had dinner and Chris suggested drinks. I tried to beg off. Barb and I were talking about our favorite authors. She ordered me a drink. A warm brandy of some sort. It was the best cold I ever had. By the time I left, I felt great. 2). One day, Chris called me. “My Mom has some books for you.” We headed over and I left with about 50 books stuffed into a bag. We talked about our favorite authors again. 3). Every single time I wrote a book I made sure that Barb got one of the first copies. She tried to pay me each ti