These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Farewell, Max
George Clooney's beloved potbellied pig, Max, passed away Friday. More than 18 years old, Max had a very good life with The Sexiest Man Alive. The 300 lb. pig slept in the doorway of Clooney's home and was stepped over by the journalists, photographers, actors and politicians who entered. Though he suffered from some age-related maladies (arthritis, blindness), Max retained his "massive" appetite until the end.
My condolences to Gorgeous George. Since he mentioned Hattie McDaniel in his Oscar acceptance speech, let me paraphrase her in Gone With the Wind, "I have never seen any man, black or white, set such store in a potbellied pig."
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