Brophey and I cemented our friendship doing 85-mph
in her green MGB up the 400 on a rain-slicked late
afternoon. It was back in the mid-seventies. Back
when you didn't wear seatbelts and you could smoke
50 DuMauriers between you without cracking a window.
We were on our way to a job.
She was Global Television's "crack, ace"
PA and I was her anxiety-ridden "I'll-never-be-able-to-add-in-60s"
trainee. When we turned out onto Barber Greene Road,
we barely knew each other, but by the time we reached
the "future site of Canada's Wonderland,"
we were fast friends. We had much in common. We
both grew up in the deafening suburbs of North York
and when we were 18, grabbed hold of a friend and
got the hell out. We both skipped the university
experience in favour of working our way up in jobs
that wouldn't require a suit, pantyhose or a 35-story
elevator ride. We both loved Rondstadt, Joni and
singing in harmony. We both felt a giant confidence
that would occasionally be off-roaded by searing
insecurity. But the glue that bonded that trip,
however, was the laughter. Sue Brophey was funny.
Tumbling out of the car that
day, we went on to share countless experiences -
cars , apartments and drives down the 405. We have
celebrated victories and beaten down heartache.
We've discussed everything from children, husbands,
dogs, parents and siblings to intricate, multi-layered
worst-case scenarios. Whenever I have a problem
or there is something I just can't wrap my head
around, I know that Sue's quick, halogen-bright
mind is just an IM away. Sue may use Google, but
I use her. How she remains so generous with her
time while raising children, maintaining her spot
as the country's top producer and building a formidable
performing career as "Warm-up" woman is
beyond comprehension. But then again when you are
one of the smartest funniest people in the room,
anything's possible. Including turning 50.
birthday old friend,
to "The Friends"