The crazy thing is that I was just talking with friends about Bea Arthur last night. Someone foolishly tried to challenge me on Golden Girls trivia . . . she thought Dick van Dyke dated Rose on the show. Silly rabbit.
Honestly, though, I'd say there is about a 10% chance that on any given day I have spoken to someone about Bea Arthur. That's kind of a ridiculously high likelihood, when you think about it. Not too far behind family members, friends, or a few particularly reviled coworkers.
The weekend after 9/11, my best friend and I flew to Washington D.C.--it was like a ghost town set of D.C.--to see Ms. Arthur in concert. It was just us and a bunch of old queens. She performed bare foot, and was spectacular.
In league only with Elaine Stritch (who also read for the Dorothy role on GG) Bea was truly one of the last, great of the gravelly-voiced dames.
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