One day after school I got a hysterical phone call from her. "She -- I -- come down -- I -- ohmygoshohmygosh -- hurry!" I rode my bike as fast as I could to her house, fearful of what I might find, and she threw open the door as soon as she saw me coming up the walk. "Looklooklook!" She thrust a piece of paper into my hand then snatched it back and turned it over, pointing to the signature at the bottom. "Look!"
It was signed from Elizabeth Joel, Billy's wife and manager, and was handwritten on her personal stationery. Wow. WOW. BestFriend was shaking and crying happy tears and grinning as wide as she could. We hugged and jumped around in a circle and then went to her room and listened to all of her favorite songs. When it was time for me to go home for dinner we found her mother in the living room wiping her eyes, drafting a thank you note to Mrs. Joel for taking the time to notice and answer her daughter. BestFriend was on Cloud 9 for weeks. Thank you, Elizabeth, wherever you are for making a twelve-year-old's day.
The Billy Joel fan club newsletter was called The Rootbeer Rag after one of his songs and that's what we're listening to today. Have a good one, whatever you're doing.