Liz Taylor died a few days ago. She lived a pretty full life. She did some good work for AIDs awareness, and probably did some other good things too. My condolences to her family and fans.
I was never really a big fan of Ms. Taylor’s. As an actress, I thought she was okay. She was pretty in her youth too. Since she died, many are touting her as Hollywood’s greatest star ever. I just don’t see it that way.
Got married eight times. That’s a lot.
And, she left over a billion dollars behind. Again, that’s a lot.
Finally, her last request, to be 15 minutes late to her own funeral. I’ve never been real crazy about people who are always late. It is sort of inconsiderate to the rest of us who make the effort to show up on time.
On the flip side, we have a public garden down the street from us. People of all different walks of life show up really early on Wednesday mornings there. They volunteer their time to plant beautiful flowers for the rest of us to enjoy. They do it just for the sake of beauty and creation. Once again, that’s a lot.
It is like a Giant, Elephant Walk, on a Hot Tin Roof… a Place in the Sun. Rhapsody. National Velvet.
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