Susan and I walked across the street to our default restaurant last evening. The place was packed and we ended up sitting at the only 2 remaining seats in the place at the end of the bar. Worst seats in the house. After a little while, a barbershop quartet came in and were standing behind us waiting to perform at a private party in an adjacent room. I couldn't resist kibitzing with them as they waited, got one of their cards, all the usual chit-chat. Nice guys. After a few minutes, they were called into their party and I assumed that was that.
When they finished their gig in the other room, they came back out and, unsolicited, gathered tight around Susan and me. They spoke briefly amongst themselves, hit a button on a little device to give them the right key, then sang a short version of My Wild Irish Rose. Then they were gone.
Susan and I were in tears - tears of joy. I may never really know the explaination of why what happened happened, but I do know that I will cherish and hold onto that moment for what it certainly felt like - a gift from Dad.
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ReplyDeleteValentines Day some years ago Miles took me to dine at Julios, the place was packed, we were at a sm. table at the back wall. He had arranged for a quartet to serenade me and deliver roses. When they left the waitress came over to tell him that he had just made 25 other guys look really bad. Thanks for the memories.
Love, Mom