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But let me start with a Gramma story. I have many of these stories, because my Gram was one of the most influential women in my life. One summer, I mentioned to her that I wanted a "Bermuda bag" and the next thing I knew, we were on a ship heading out into the wide blue sea to go to the actual island of Bermuda to find me a bag. While on the ship, one of those host type guys, told Gram that I looked just like Elizabeth Taylor in National Velvet. Unfortunately, this happened on the first day of the 7-day trip and from then on, Gram introduced me to everyone as her granddaughter, who LOOKED JUST LIKE LIZ TAYLOR. For a thirteen year-old, that got-old, very fast. But in the back of my mind I was thinking...how cool is that, looking like Liz Taylor!
But the brush with her came many, many years later when my little brother was competing at the Scottish Games in Alexandria, VA. It was when Liz was married to John Warner, then running for Governor of VA. The two of them came at the end of the day and helped give out awards. Quite a risky venture for Miss Taylor, after a bunch of bawdy, brawny, burly Scotsmen had been playing/drinking/in the sun all day. One after another would climb the stage and grab her in a bear hug and a lip-lock. She took it all in very good humor and with much graciousness. She wore a bright red dress that day.
I always picture her in bright red.
The Queen of Hollywood? Long live the Queen.
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