The adorable Kristi at La Bella Figura gave me this award. The honor is wonderful, but perhaps I am touched most of all by the random act of kindness, appreciation and recognition from a friend I have never met.
I am deeply grateful. The rules are a little complicated. I am to thank Kristi, which I do profusely (and so will you if you visit her blog) and pass this gift along to seven other bloggers I admire. Before doing the latter I am to tell you seven things you do not know about me.
Here follows then, seven things people who know me well probably don't know:
1.) When I was a senior in high school I was voted Homecoming Queen. (Don't get excited, this is a stranger than fiction story.)
First let me explain the school: It was a Catholic girls "academy," there were maybe 300 hundred or so girls in the entire building. My class numbered about 27. We had no connection whatsoever with a boys' school. I did not know any boys -- I was a late bloomer -- and I didn't know I was running for Homecoming Queen or anything else for that matter. It was a complete and horrifying surprise.
The nuns were frantic and set out to find a date for me, which they finally did. The poor boy who picked me up, corsage in hand, was as miserable as I was. The two of us spent the worst night of our lives well-chaperoned by parents and nuns. Six months later he joined the seminary.
2.) I loved my ex-mother-in-law almost as much as my own mother.
3.) One early evening entering our apartment building in Detroit, I saw the lobby was filled with police and hysterical residents. No one was allowed to go near the elevators. Minutes later two bodies were wheeled out into the night. We were told later there had been a double murder over a drug deal gone bad. The apartment of the victims, a man and a woman, was two floors up, exactly over ours. All I wanted to do was get out of town.
4.) I knew how to make a dry martini when I was eight-years-old.
5.) Jack Nicholson invited me to dinner.
6.) Sean Connery asked me in the middle of an interview why I wasn't home where I belonged instead of out working. Michael Caine told him to calm down and stop being rude.
7.) One of the greatest bosses I've ever had, and now a long-lost friend, Kurt Leudke,*gave me this advice when he asked me to write a gossipy/social/fashiony column for the "Detroit Free Press": "Write it exactly the way you talk and don't forget, if you say it; it's true, you're the expert."
He also said: "Remember -- good or bad -- if they're talking about you; you're interesting." This had nothing to do with me. It was merely an observation on the vagaries of life discussed at length over cocktails.
Now for part two of the award deal: Giving back. (I hope I'll have an opportunity to give more, I'm just playing by the rules here.)
At the same time I would like to give my amazing honor from last week, the Sugar Doll Award
from Els at Mon Avis, Mes Amis to the brilliant writer, Big Little Wolf at Daily Plate of Crazy
(**Kurt Leudke was nominated for an Academy Award for his original screen play "Absence of Malice" and won the Oscar for "Out of Africa".)