And now this.
Debbie missed Carrie too much so she checked out of this juke joint and left us to be reunited.
Dying of a broken heart is a thing the docs say on TV. Surely in this case it is the smoking gun.
The last year I worked on the Oscar telecast in 2008, I was set to begin the gig in the show's Century City production office the Monday following Thanksgiving. That Sunday night, I followed up a notice I read in the Daily News about Debbie Reynolds celebrating Christmas in a Burbank neighborhood. It was already dark when I located the site and walked past season's lights and decorations in a real middle class Norman Rockwell dream.
Debbie Reynolds got her big break in 1948 when she won Miss Burbank and this night she was there to remember. With a couple of hundred of her subjects encouraging her stories, she told us intimate highlights from her career, including the time she got what she wanted from some military brass by following him everywhere to make her case. Finally, she won the argument by joining the general to do their business in a two holer outhouse.
Not your typical talk show remembrance, nonetheless unsinkable.
I still smile thinking of Debbie and Carrie, and I always will.
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