Amy Writes

I shuffled into the bedroom, carrying my enormous hospital water cup and climbed into the bed. Reaching for the remote, I pulled the covers up over my aching body. I was tired of TV, but my 4 days of miserable illness had drained so much life that all I could handle was idle channel surfing. It would just be a few minutes before Matt would be finished with his Bible Study and come back to keep me company. I met channel after channel of static, until it happened. The Warm Fuzzy. The remote fell from my hand as I settled back against the pillows and felt just a little bit better. It didn't matter that I own the DVD of the concert I'd stumbled across. Billy was on TV, and it made me happy. So, I thought I'd write about it. I may have mentioned my "affinity" for Billy Joel before. But I don't think I've ever explored just what it is about The Piano Man that elicits such a reaction in a girl 30 years his younger. Here we go. When I was growing up, Billy was h...

My cell phone has a very standard ring. "Bop ba-da-bop bop bop!" (or, for you pitch perfect readers, C-E-C-G-G-C). I chose it because it's not annoying. But when a very special, select few call or text me (though it seems to be seeping into the rest of my contact list for reasons unknown), I have a very non-standard ring. Several times a day, Billy rocks my phone to life and I get to sing along: You may be right! I may be crazy... OHHHH but it just may be a lunatic you're looking for! turn out the lights... It's been set like that for months and I have to confess, it still makes me smile. Every. Single. Time. It was quite possibly the happiest $1.99 I have ever spent. There are still times when I let it go to voice mail so the song will play through. I continue to answer the phone singing the next line. It doesn't seem to be getting old. Maybe that is a sign that I am?

Billy is playing the Last Play at Shea . This weekend. Billy. Shea Stadium. New York. I would like to go. No one has offered me tickets yet. Or lodging. Or airfare . Time is running out. I am starting to think I haven't made myself clear. Look, it's easy. I can take the train.