I can’t believe it. I actually prayed she could live forever.
But the Angel’s now in Heaven.
]]>I met her a long time ago (1986?) when she checked into a hotel I was working at on Madison Ave in NYC. She pulled up in a powder blue Volkswagen Beetle with a luggage rack on the roof. She stepped out looking like the epitome of All-American girl. Jeans, t-shirt and sneakers. No sunglasses. Very accessible. She didn’t want to valet and asked me to hop in and show her the way to the garage we used. Her laughter felt like sunshine. One of the nicest people I have ever met.
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