WOW!
SANTA BABY, EARTHA WANTS A CHECK.
EARTHA BABY WANTS TO GROWL AND PROWL AND HUM AND LIVE LARGE.
FOR ME, SHE IS THE SYMBOL OF AGELESSNESS.
I shook her hand once. Yes. In Baltimore, MD.
She'd put on a rousing, a sexy, a glittering show that never lost energy.
At the end of the show, to the drum of a standing ovation, she glided off the stage, grand dame in full furl, swept up the aisle, flanked by her bodyguards, and shook the lucky hand of everyone on the aisle. One of them was me. Suddenly there she was, tiny and fierce. She grabbed my outstretched hand, shook it a hard yank, and with her other hand pushed right on by to the next person.
In a flash she was up to the back of the theater, and gone.
That is what it feels like now. In a flash, she is gone.
I'll miss you, Eartha Kitt.
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