R.I.P., ladies....
Margaret Thatcher
I remember vividly the day Margaret Thatcher resigned as Prime Minister. It was a Thursday, specifically, Thanksgiving Day, 1990. The reason I remember the exact date is because I was spending the holiday with my brother in Brooklyn. I'd slept---or more accurately, tried to sleep---on an air mattress on the floor, and I was nowhere near rested or ready to get up when my ex-SIL (They were divorced but still living together.) burst into the bedroom shrieking, "Margaret Thatcher resigned!" (She trained as an operatic soprano--believe me, it was a shriek, albeit a melodious one.)
Annette Funnicello
I don't have any Annette stories---the original Micky Mouse Vlub was a wee bit before my time---but that's a bizarre juxtaposition, isn't it? Annette and Mrs. Thatcher? I'm trying to imagine the chat they'd have if there's a line at the Pearly Gates....
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I remember vividly the day Margaret Thatcher resigned as Prime Minister. It was a Thursday, specifically, Thanksgiving Day, 1990. The reason I remember the exact date is because I was spending the holiday with my brother in Brooklyn. I'd slept---or more accurately, tried to sleep---on an air mattress on the floor, and I was nowhere near rested or ready to get up when my ex-SIL (They were divorced but still living together.) burst into the bedroom shrieking, "Margaret Thatcher resigned!" (She trained as an operatic soprano--believe me, it was a shriek, albeit a melodious one.)
Annette Funnicello
I don't have any Annette stories---the original Micky Mouse Vlub was a wee bit before my time---but that's a bizarre juxtaposition, isn't it? Annette and Mrs. Thatcher? I'm trying to imagine the chat they'd have if there's a line at the Pearly Gates....
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