For the last couple of weeks it was becoming clear that I should be prepared to share my Farrah experience since her health was declining, but this snuck up on me nonetheless. Here’s the story:

In 1977, the year Farrah Fawcett “broke” and left “Charlie’s Angels” the TV show that propelled her to household fame to try her hand at theatrical movies, my father presented an opportunity to have a drawing of mine signed by her. I was fifteen.

He wouldn’t let me take the day off from school – that was just his way. Farrah had been using the theater at my father’s firm, Movielab, to look at dailies.

She was so huge at that point that she was refusing autographs; but somehow my father was able to arrange for her to sign a pencil drawing copied from her publicity photo.

My mother – a cancer survivor – felt the TV reality show chronicling Farrah’s show was “commercial”. I don’t know because I never watched it, but I think raising awareness is always a good thing.

Rest in Peace, Farrah.