Those of us who were around THEN will remember this image.
I wasn’t a Farrah Fawcett fan. Nothing personal, she just wasn’t on my preferred list of actors and actresses.
But, as so often happens, she became more interesting as her mortality showed. It happens with movie stars, politicians (even the ones you couldn’t stand), everyday people you never knew. (If you don’t believe it, start reading the obituaries every day, and see if you don’t find yourself clipping the tale of a total stranger once in a while.)
I digress. In May, one of my favorite columnists, Leonard Pitts, Jr., did a piece on Farrah Fawcett. I decided then that I would link to it when she died.
I’m not going to post an excerpt, none of it. You have to read it all. If you don’t read every line, you’ll miss it: