I just have to tell you that finding out there were so many other Barry-lovers out there just warmed the cockles of my heart.
(By the way, what are cockles, and why are they better warmed? Would somebody please look that up?)
As if your great comments weren't enough, I learned through this whole process that my real-life friend Kim, who has eaten in my very kitchen and attended my children's birthday parties, once ran into Barry Manilow on a ski slope. Literally RAN INTO him. I have been mere steps away from greatness all this time, and I didn't even know it.
I laughed out loud (and nodded in agreement) as you all sang your praises of Barry; unfortunately, I only have three CDs to give away. Actually, no, I have four, but you're crazy if you think I'm not keeping one of them for myself.
The winning commenters, together with their Barry-licious comments are:
When you're fifteen, there is nothing better than "Weekend in New England" to play over and over when you feel you've left the love of your life behind at summer camp. Even though I am a Midwestern girl and have never been to New England or a long rocky beach. Some things are universal.
Oooooh, Shannon! Girl you are not alone...I, too, know who wrote the songs and I can't smile without him and YES, oh, YES he is my MAN-DY. So please, please, please, don't make me look, up, down, high, or low to try to get that CD for Christmas. mmmmmkay?
Barry's "This One's For You" album was the first one I chose when my Mom let me join a record club in the 70s and get 12 albums for one cent!!! I eventually ordered them all. I LOVE BARRY. I knew my husband was the man for me when, on our first date, I looked in his glove compartment at his tapes, and he had BARRY in there!!! We have seen Barry in person twice. You should go to Vegas. You will not be sorry. Just bring a bunch of SlimFast shakes or something, so there's no choking hazard.
--Krista (no blog, e-mail is @yahoo.com)
You girls please e-mail me your mailing addresses and I'll get the CDs out to you right away.
And to my dear friend Melanie who is so precious to me but would clearly not know good music if it jumped up and bit her in the Copa Cabana, may I just say, TAKE THAT.
Now I leave you all with this: