More than a dozen years ago, I learned that my friend Charlene collects autographs — by mail. I had never heard of this, but she offered to show me how to do it.
Being a big classic movie fan, I told her that there was no one left alive whose autograph I wanted, “Well, except for Lauren Bacall.”
So, she tracked down Lauren Bacall’s address for fans and instructed me to buy an 8 x 10 photo and mail it to her with a letter requesting an autograph and to enclose a self-addressed stamped envelope in which to return the photo.
I did, and a few days later, I received this back:
As much as we all love her dramas from the 1940s (particularly with Humphrey Bogart, of course), it’s her comedies from the 1950s that I watch over and over again. I can’t even count how many times I’ve seen “How to Marry a Millionaire,” and I just watched my “Designing Woman” DVD two weeks ago.
RIP Lauren Bacall.
And thanks, Charlene.