At lunch on Tuesday, I passed Liz Smith crossing Park Avenue at 56th Street. She paused at the median as the crossing signal started flashing “Don’t Walk”. I offered to help her cross the street and stop any oncoming cars, but she said she was fine and could wait. I grabbed the opportunity and asked her how Stritchy is doing.
Apparently, Stritchy’s been sick and was in the hospital with an infection two weeks ago, but she’s out now and hanging in there. I asked her if she and Stritchy were doing anything special for their joint birthday this week. She said she invited Stritchy to dinner but that Stritchy declined because she’s still recuperating. She said Stritchy would be better once she gets another act. She’s doing another run at the Carlyle? I asked. Yes, she replied. Once she figures out what to do, she’ll be back. It’s the thing that keeps her going.
I told her how much I loved her regular Stritchy mentions in her column, including the recent story from her and Bela Lugosi doing Dracula and then wished her an early Happy Birthday as the light changed and she scooted away. I couldn’t resist following her and snapping a photo.
Happy Birthday, Stritchy and Liz Smith!!!
