I feel it's a bit silly and childish to feel sorrow for those I never met. But I did feel saddened by the passing of DJ AM, who was born three years before me. When I see the date 1973, I just see a little boy growing up in the 1980's. I also saw him two weeks ago eating at La Provance. I assume that celebrities don't like to be recognized, so I avoided staring. I was also very saddened by the death of Dominick Dunne. I ashamed to say I just discovered he was a novelist, I only knew him through his crime reports in Vanity Fair. But his voice just jumped off the page. I really relished every single word he wrote. I imagine it would have been fun to hang out with him at Elaine's in New York with all the other literary greats.
Well I should get off the computer (Craig thinks I'm addicted)