Fan Letter #1 in 1985.
The real question is did I ever tell her she's my hero? And the answer is I sure did, in one of those fan letters I wrote in 1985 (see blog bio, which I think I've told some of you before and, besides, one can never write about Bette too much). And darn right she wrote back, too, with a signed 8x10 black & white photograph framed by my bedside for the better part of the late 80s. So when she surprised us on Oscar night with the song that prompted my (and/or our) obsession in the first place, I was immediately transported back to my primitive years of lip syncing the incorrect lyrics since who can really tell the difference between "wings" and "feet" when you're a mere five-years-old? Oh, Bette, how I (still) worship you, plastic face and lungs to transfix a five and (eventual) thirty-five-year-old alike! Enjoy!
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