700 Sundays is a glimps into the life of Billy Crystal, and his amazing life. I was fortunate enough to see his one man play here in Atlanta, and it was phenominal. While it probably meant more to the majority of the crowd that was both Jewish and over 40, there is a lot you can relate to at any age, in any culture.
For those of you that miss the play, don’t read the book, or don’t care about one of the last living legends of our time, I’d like to share two things that touched me.

The first is when he’s talking about his mom, after having had a stroke, and she knows him as a celeberty, but not as her son. I thought that was terrible, because no matter what you do in your life, you always want your folks to know and love you for you. That rock of support is what you built everything else on, and when that foundation is pulled out from under you, you shake for a while before you re-stablize.

The second is when he is recounting about the cards he’s been delt in life. Lost his dad at 15,something else bad, got to be happily married for 39 years, got to have two wonderful kids, and got to do what he loves his while life. The point being that you can be dealt a bad card, but you need to look at the whole hand, and ony then can you see it is a winner.

Great show, great book, enjoy both if you can.