When my marriage disintegrated in 1995, I went to see my friend of four years, Barbara Douglass.
She had been staying in Arizona thinking about her own marriage which had disintegrated earlier that year, and had come to a conclusion, based upon a song that she’d heard.
When she played it I knew this was somebody who “got it”, I signed up immediately for the tour and from that point we were inseparable until 2018. No pussyfooting around. I shall forever respect her for that.
She was incorrigible, contrary, opinionated, notorious and blunt. Once or twice, she was even wrong.
Didn’t matter. As her daughter said, I understood her. Maybe not-so-much without the Prozak (weak grin).
