I’ve spent the last month driving back and forth to Santa Monica to be with Joanne and her husband, Henry. She told me that she wasn’t going anywhere until November 3rd. She really tried to hang on. Ever morning she had her coffee in her RBG mug.

Henry texted me last night about losing both his heroines in two days.

I’m glad I have my DU crowd because life just got a lot harder to face.

Doesn't get better than that.