During the 1980's I lived in Los Angeles and signed on to various freelance advertising and public relations projects, including the annual holiday parade sponsored by one of the Hollywood TV stations.
Big name celebrities -- plus the usual B-listers and wannabes -- waving at the crowds from a shiny T-bird convertible or company sponsored float. It was live TV. Cue the driver. Cue the marching band. No room for mistakes. The sheer excitement trumped any jitters.
Following the parade, we were treated to an after-party with munchies to die for -- plus an open bar. This is where you could rub your exhausted elbows with the likes of Jimmy Stewart and Carol Channing. Easy to become star struck around such glitterati, but I never went gaga or drooled over anyone until.....
There she was -- flashing that warm, motherly smile that so enveloped me as a kid. I couldn't help myself. I walked up to Beaver and Wally's mom and gushed. And ever June Cleaver on and off camera -- she hugged me!
I bring this up because Barbara Billingsley died a few weeks ago -- probably with her pearls on.
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