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Chipping the web: April 15th

April 15th, 2011 9:00:17 am pst by Sterling Camden

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Chipping the web: April 11th

April 11th, 2011 9:00:44 pm pst by Sterling Camden

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Chipping the web: April 6th

April 6th, 2011 12:00:04 am pst by Sterling Camden

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Chipping the web: April 3rd

April 3rd, 2011 5:00:07 pm pst by Sterling Camden

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Chipping the web: April 1st

April 1st, 2011 3:00:17 pm pst by Sterling Camden

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Chipping the web: March 30th

March 30th, 2011 5:00:09 pm pst by Sterling Camden

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Chipping the web: March 28th

March 28th, 2011 12:00:03 pm pst by Sterling Camden

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Chipping the web: March 28th

March 28th, 2011 12:00:06 am pst by Sterling Camden

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Chipping the web: March 23rd

March 23rd, 2011 9:00:17 pm pst by Sterling Camden

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RIP Liz

March 23rd, 2011 5:07:47 pm pst by Sterling Camden

Elizabeth Taylor died today.

I met her once, a long time ago. She visited a small group of students in Danville, Virginia, and the superintendent of our district made sure I got to go. I was a part-time actor with the local Community Players Association, and I had written a play and starred in its production at the High School I attended.

Ms. Taylor was then married to Senator John Warner of Virginia, and he accompanied her to the event. They sat on stage and took questions from the audience of about a hundred students. She was a little overweight then, and he seemed not to know what to do with himself. I think I may have asked a question, but I don’t remember what it was — probably something inane.

Afterwards, Ms. Taylor shook hands with each of us. I remember gazing into those beautiful eyes, and what I saw was… panic? She seemed to barely cover her fear of being swarmed to death. I wondered how she couldn’t have gotten used to that sort of attention by now.

That was about 33 years ago, and we haven’t spoken since. I should have gotten her number, I guess.

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