A great lady, Carol Channing, has gone to the Great Green Room in the Sky.
Or somewhere.
She was a class act and gracious when I interviewed her at the Nugget in Sparks. I think she spotted that I was unseasoned and gave me her best.
And, a few days later, an actual Western Union telegram arrived for me at the newspaper thanking me for the story.
When I cleaned up my junk jewelry box a few years ago, I kept the little bracelet I caught from the batch she always tossed to the audience during her nightclub act curtain calls.
I don't know about diamonds, Miss Channing, but a mensch is unmistakable.
RIP.
P.S.: Tell Debbie I said hi, please.
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