He sent me a card for my 40th Birthday which ... he never sent.
All these year later, he's rummaging through old papers, finds my still sealed birthday card and decides to mail it to me.
You can understand why he doesn't play the drums.
He's got no beat whatsoever.
He certainly could never be in a band.
I'm not sure he can beat himself.
Anyway ... it was kind of nice ... I guess.
At 58 ... I was 40 again.
Let's see ... at 40 I was separated ... living with my oldest daughter in an apartment ... trying to make perfect sense of the world ... trying to find my way ... it was a dark lonely time.
Did I say that Bill Berry has an excellent sense of timing?
Did I also say this is the same Bill Berry who "forgot" to give me the Department of Treasury letter giving me Government clearance to enter Cuba?
So I got busted by Immigration when I returned to the U.S.A.
It doesn't matter.
I get a birthday card for my 40th ... when I passed that Port long time ago ... all my kids are doing quite well ... I'm passionately in love with Sarah ... I have 3 little girls who gift me with doing it all again ... and inexplicably I'm in charge of a Church ... which no one could have guessed was possible.
It's hard to not love Bill Berry.
I have no idea how he's survived to be a year older than me.
But he has.
So .... more Bill Berry stories to come.
Now it's time to set fire to this birthday card, the letter explaining it and the envelope it came in.
I'll toast Bill Berry as I burn it.
I like the Now more.
Through Bill Berry and I still have some more beats left in our hearts that we are sure as Hell enjoying.
