He gets into the taxi, and the cabbie says, "Perfect timing. You're just like Barry."
"Who?"
"Barry Sommerville. There's a guy who did everything right.
Like my coming along when you needed a cab.
It would have happened like that to Barry every single time."
"There are always a few clouds over everybody."
"Not Barry. He was a terrific athlete.
He could have gone on the pro tour in tennis.
He could golf with the pros.
He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star."
"He was something, huh?"
"He had a memory like a steel trap.
Could remember everybody's birthday.
He knew all about wine, which fork to eat with.
He could fix anything.
Not like me. I change a fuse and the whole neighborhood blacks out."
"No wonder you remember him."
"Well, I never actually met Barry."
"Then how do you know so much about him?"
"I married his widow."
See Ya
Peabody