Many years ago, well before the age of the internet, little me used to pore over the "Who's Who" in the public library and dig out addresses of my fave film stars from the classic movie days to write and ask them for autographs; needless to say, they were old even then. Some of the people who sent me autographed pictures have passed away (James Stewart, Bob Hope, Walter Matthau, Ginger Rogers) and some are still around (Debbie Reynolds, Julie Andrews, Faye Dunaway, Carol Channing). Wait, did I just say Carol Channing? I have to admit I wasn't sure she was still alive, if not kicking, but she is, now going on 95. Lately I've been buying books in which to paste my souvenir pics, and just yesterday I got one of Carol's books, titled "Just lucky, I guess".
The title is from an old joke that was unfamiliar to me, so I'll reproduce it here. It's about a bordello customer asking a prostitute, "What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?", and she replies, "Oh I don't know. Just lucky, I guess." Carol adds she chose that title because she felt she'd been prostituting herself all her life on stage, adding "It's kind of interesting to me that what I do onstage is legal, whereas what's done in bed is not." She's pretty cool! I might add she considers it as one of her proudest accomplishments to have been put on Nixon's "Enemies List".
