Musings on Poker and Other Stuff
My mom sent me this email last week and I immediately started bawling. There is still some good in the world!
I had to tell you this story from yesterday: so the Dumb Friends League had a fundraiser -- a barbecue with Willie Nelson as the entertainment. Well, Joan is a rabid Willie Nelson fan. After Dave's dad died 20 years ago, Frank Sinatra and Willie Nelson have been pretty much the only men in her life. So even though tix were RIDICULOUSLY expensive, like $750 a seat, Dave knew he had to get her there. Joan was beyond excited -- had her outfit planned months in advance (including sparkly nail polish, a denim set and cowboy hat, with a Willie Nelson bandana). She went to the doctor, and and the acupuncturist to make sure she was going to be in perfect health and have good energy. She's so freaked out about people and crowed but when she got there, she actually piped up and started talking to these other elderly ladies there. She was experimenting with appetizers, and was just so happy.
Well, imagine her face when the announcement came that Willie was sick, and had to cancel. She just crumpled, got so tiny, and I could see her fighting back tears. It was so sad watching Dave try to comfort her, and she trying to comfort him because she knew how much he had tried. It was just awful. She was trying to keep a brave face, and she said "Oh Dave, it wasn't waste! I finally had two months of excitement and anticipation about something! It doesn't matter whether I saw the show or not. It was just so great to be so happy all this time!"
I thought maybe they would reschedule the show, or refund something, or send out a little video of Willie saying, "Sorry to have missed you folks! Will catch you next time! Your friend, Willie!" or SOMETHING. But nothing came, until we finally got a little paragraph from Dumb Friends saying, "Sorry Willie had to cancel, but we know you were there for the animals! So thank you!" Which was true for Dave and me, but not Joan. She was there for Willie.
When Dave told me she'd stopped listening to Willie Nelson altogether since that night, I felt I had to say something. So I wrote an email to Willie's publicist and his website explaining all this, and sending pix of all of us that afternoon when we picked her up. Well, I sent that email out about 12:30am. So get this.....
Joan got a call at 8am the next morning from..... WILLIE NELSON!!!! At first she thought it was a joke, but when he went into his explanation about why he cancelled, the health issue, etc. she knew it was real. They visited for quite awhile -- she told him how she'd seen him back in Detroit, in Pueblo...how she felt so indignant about his tax issue that she contributed money to help him pay his tax debt.
Needless to say, she was just over the moon, and Willie is back on the music rotation at her house!!