I have often declared to my wife that she has the best friends. I thought it might have been because she was raised in a small town. Not an easy thing for a big city boy like me to admit.
Or maybe my music friends are just necessarily occupied with the endless task of self-promotion that plagues this business. Or maybe, I imagined, her friends not as good in real life as they appear on Facebook.
But then I run across an article from the BBC that makes it perfectly clear that, sorry friends, she really does have the best friends.
Read “Donald Grey Triplett: The first boy diagnosed as autistic” and see if it doesn’t make my point. His father was Suzie’s mother’s lawyer. This is where she grew up. I rest my case.