One of them was a feminine, surgically enhanced eccentric known for well-choreographed karate moves and an obsession with personal beauty that was unseemly in a person that age.
The other one was Farrah Fawcett.
I feel a little sad about Farrah, though. I used to have her poster pinned to the ceiling directly over my bed. My mother, bless her soul, was wise enough not to ask why I chose that particular spot.
Now that she’s gone, I almost feel like I did when the other object of my desire passed away.
