Picture it: West Virginia, July 22, 2008. It was a particularly hot and humid summer day, when a dark-haired freelance writer decided to take a break from researching the real estate market in Texas and procrastinate by surfing the Web focus her attention instead on the news. Much to her dismay, she found out her best friend died.
That dark-haired freelance writer was me, and that best friend was Estelle Getty.
(OK, she wasn’t really my best friend, but she and the other four Golden Girls may as well have been.)
As most of you probably know by now, Estelle Getty (famous for …read more