My very own Auntie Mame, who passed away 10 years ago—and only six weeks after Allen had died, what a summer, heh?—would have been 75 years old today. Yes, she was born on 10-20-30.

I miss her, but the things she taught me, gave me, showed me will be with me forever. And every day.

She had a car. She had the car: a 1965 Pontiac Bonneville convertible. White top, white interior, midnight blue on the outside. It looked a lot like this:

Although that picture doesn't quite do justice to the sheer mass and sprawl of the car. These do a better job (click for a full-size image):

It was the chosen shape and grace and spirit in which she glided through the world. She didn't always have it easy, but she always had her fun. I loved her very much.

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