Crazy Love

The sun had just begun to settle in as the surrounding quiet allowed the waves to be clearly audible from the terrace overlooking the ocean where I was partaking of my routine breakfast in St Barths. Buddy Newell was the furthest thing from my mind. As I turned from the buffet I quite accidently bumped into one Amy Johnson. For those of you who may not know, prior to Dawn, Amy was the woman most likely to drive Buddy crazy. I mean that literally.

Amy and I reminisced about Buddy's private detective techniques and civil liberty violations over breakfast. Many years prior Amy had broken up with Buddy after a tumultuous romance. Buddy it seems did not receive the memo and refused to accept this termination. Instead of actually trying to seduce her back into his arms he convinced himself that another tactic would be more effective. He decided to bug her apartment with a voice activated recorder and continue with visual vehicle surveillance throughout the day from when she went to work until her return (hilarity ensued when he would describe to us his Banachek and Mannix dives behind cars and under trucks to avoid being spotted). Then periodically he would confront her about why she did not want to be with him, as she then pointed out that him following her 24/7 might be a good place to start (she knew all along she was being tailed by a nut).

Probably a good thing TASERS were not available then.

About 10 minutes into laughing and almost crying Amy said to me "look at how you look. Everyone has that look when they remember Buddy". Had not remembered Buddy like that in a while.

Fondness and warmth, amusement and fun took their full expression in the contours of my face, the look in my eyes and the gently upturned corners of my mouth. Those feelings don't come along all that often. Hopefully after reading the post, you to dear reader, may feel almost the same way. We all luvs us a good Buddy story.

Happy New Year to all.