It’s not like I had a great deal in common with Smith. Her ways were not mine but I can appreciate how she went about living her life larger than her dreams, and Anna Nicole even dreamed big – as in very big. She always emanated a particular kind of zest for life.
Actually, she reminds me very much of my own great grandmother. No doubt the two of them would have gotten on like a house on fire. And yes, my great-grandmother terrorized many a man and the neighbors in her day - as in no man safe, no marriage sacred and no fortune left unturned.
Rest in peace, and go in grace, Anna Nicole.
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