31 August 2011
4 on this date, a zillion years ago
in the dead of an august night when we sat huddled before cnn on the telephone waiting for princess diana to die, partner whispered, "imagine the magazines!" a sentiment i had feverishly entertained myself but not voiced, and would, thus, subsequently tease her about for years and years.
that night could have gone either way. we could just as easily have been building a memory about that one time we stayed up way past our bedtimes and diana broke her arm. but, because this was after jackie had died, we both of us had a heightened awareness of any moment in which we might possibly be "living history."
for this reason, when my mother came into my bedroom and said something had happened to the princess of wales, i made a point of remembering which book i had been placing back on the bookshelf that i had been rearranging (because on saturday nights in 1997, rearranging bookshelves was how young oline had her fun). and so, to this day when i think of diana dying, i remember partner's gasp down the telephone line when her death was announced and beverly hills 90210: no secrets by mel gilden.