Happy 68th birthday to a real star and a real hero
Anybody who would put up with me for 46 years HAS to be someone extraordinary!
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Please wish her a happy birthday for us.
Ms. DFW!!
Happy birthday to her! Two rounds of cancer, and still she manages to keep smiling.
In a West Berlin cabaret in 1974, we were all sitting on benches watching the stage, a place I frequently had been performing from, myself. She had seen me play, but I didn't know that at the time. I was chatting to a girlfriend of hers who was sitting between us, and the place was so dark and cramped, you couldn't see who was sitting on the other side of the person next to you. The girlfriend mentioned that she was leaving for China the next morning, but that I should meet her girlfriend from the northwest (of Germany). I said sure, where is she? She said right here, and leaned back. You can imagine what my wife looked like at age 22. I was totally blown away, but figured a nerd like me had no chance with someone like that.
But then I realized--just in time--keep THAT attitude up, and you never WILL have a chance with someone like that. So, we started talking. She had never met an American who spoke German before, and (I found out later), I was the first guy who did not use the "hey, I play guitar" line on her, and she knew I really did. Nobody had informed me that it served as a pickup line (like I said: nerd).
She was from the rural flat farm country of Northwest Germany, a place I knew nothing about, and I was from the USA, a place she figured she would never visit. I had no idea what kind of pickup line would work on a woman like that, so I didn't even bother trying. THAT, on the other hand, was JUST what she had been looking for in a guy, and so we hit it off.
An American friend once warned me that German women looked fabulous until they got married. Well, now well into our sixties (we are the same age), I think she still looks fabulous. She was offered a few modeling jobs, and thought the job sounded ridiculous, and she became a social worker--a thankless, strenuous job she just wanted to do.
Smoking hot, I believe, was the expression used by a poster above. You'll get no argument from me. Not then. Not now. And she's STILL the woman I get along with better than anyone else I've ever met. For me, THAT'S smokin'!
