Several years ago, when Elizabeth Taylor was married to Sen. John Warner, my daughter and I joined many others that lined the street to see the violet-eyed beauty take part in a local parade. She was in a motorcade that one of the telephone companies had provided for the participants. She floated down one of our boulevards, not letting any of her fans down.
I was bowled over by her beauty when she stared into my eyes, smiled, and waved. After the parade was over, my little daughter asked me, "Mommy, who was that happy lady?".