Friends Help Transport Mom to Berkeley Square

                        Even though “A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square” wasn’t one of my favorite songs, I liked Mom’s dream of going there on her 90^th birthday, so after the memorial gathering—but before the one I had for my friends, who didn’t know her—Jonathan went online and got a good picture of Berkeley Square, and Kathy got cupcakes and a globe.  We put Berkeley Square on the piano and sang the words.

            I told some friends about this, and they thoughtfully remembered.  My office mate Bob Irwin told me he was singing it in the car on her birthday.  Leslie Simon, another friend, brought the Andrea Marcovicci recording of it to the gathering I had for friends who didn’t know Mom, and Tom Miyako made me a CD with several versions.

            A is for angel, and they’re not all at the Ritz.