My Best Man

I told Liz I was going to DC for work. I told my best man I was going to be in his town for work. I lied to both of them.

I flew up to visit my friend David for one reason… and one reason only. Out of all of my friends, and I have had some good ones throughout the years, I couldn’t think of anyone that I would rather have as my best man.

Why? Because David Berman truly is the best person I know. Sure, he has his foibles. We all do, but David exemplifies to me what is best about humanity. He is kind, caring and thoughtful. He’s funny. He knows how to have a good time. He is one of my far flung brothers (the rest of you know who you are). He is in all respects the Best Man.

So here’s how it went down. I dropped a couple of hints on the phone, but David didn’t catch on. He wasn’t feeling well the day I visited, but David insisted on taking me out to lunch. (See? That’s what I’m talking about… he’s a great guy).

So we headed over to Panera for some tasty eats, and I lay it on thick that I had something important to tell him. We sat down to eat… and out came the “I want you to be my best man.” Then something peculiar happened. David asked, “Why me?”

At that point, I started to cry. I don’t know why I started to cry, but let me tell you… those tear ducts were working over time. I pretty much told him what I just explained to all of you. He was shocked. And by shocked, I mean… nearly in tears.

That’s right folks… two grown men, sitting in a Panera… heavily emoting over their soup and sandwiches. It was a good day. 

So there you have it… my tale of woe, sorrow and men that are best.
–sam

p.s. David’s house is awesome! If you know him, and you are near Charlotte, you should take time for a visit. 🙂

p.p.s. Yes, this means a couple of other people need to be contacted to fill out my wedding party. 🙂

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