He tells of long rides on the Harley along California’s famous Pacific Coast Highway. ‘She would wear a helmet and no one knew who she was. We could be alone and free.’Burgers, steak... it's all good.
They would stop for burgers in greasy biker bars. ‘People would pretend not to know who she was. Elizabeth loved that. She loved a burger and a beer....
‘We travelled the world. We had a dinner in Japan which cost $30,000 (around £20,000 then). The beef had been hand-massaged or something. It was a real good steak but at thirty grand it should have been.’
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"Well, if we did do it in Betty Ford then I don’t remember."
Larry Fortensky remembers.
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She always looked like a man eater (I mean, meat-eater) to me, too.
In a good way.
sarge here thats dumb as fuk larry outta know thar aint no greazy burger joints on the PCH
har har the werd verifacation werd below is "Fisto"
I dig love
I dig love
I dig love
Hm, I dig love in the morning
I dig love in the evening
I dig love and I want you to know I dig love
George Harrison
Happy Easter, Althouses!
Happy day ahead of me:
o Mass with Father George in Woodstock
o Harley ride through Catskills
o Cubs vs Dodgers on WGN
o Dinner with Big Joe & his family
o After dinner jam session if we're still sober
Get it while you can!
"Well, if we did do it in Betty Ford then I don’t remember."
What isn't ironic about the relationship between Larry and Liz???
As long as they were happy in their relationship with each other, more power to them. I have ridden the length of PCH and found the best grease burgers I ever ate along the stretch from Malibu to Carmel at the Hogs Breath. For the Hollywood crowd, Leno, Busey, etc. it is a chance to escape the superficiality of Hollywood and celebrate riding a motorcycle with those who share the value of that experience.
Good for them! It is an article of faith that there are motorcycles in Heaven.
Royalty. Amazing what royalty gets away with. Gets away with? Hell, the worse the behavior the more she was loved by the great unwashed.
Man, how cool would it be to have a pet beaver named Elizabeth Taylor?
A link to I Dig Love, by the incredibly brilliant George Harrison.
Myrna and I sang it together.
This post reminds me of the days when I walked down the street with an incredibly beautiful woman at my side.
I'm glad Liz and Larry found love. How can you begrudge that to anybody?
Elizabeth Taylor was always photogenic. That's her claim. Being photogenic became important when, instead of art, we got movies.
Did you know the same is true about voices? Lincoln's was high pitched. He wouldn't make it in today's media environment. Which is why we get the Dan Rather's instead.
Learning to "make it" in our constructed environment ... where the voices go out over loud speakers; you need to have a certain "voice."
It ain't opera. And, there's no Pavarotti's, here. No geniuses writing this "music" either ...
But this, too, shall pass.
Meanwhile all that's left of the charade Nixon played, that elevated Ford (over Nelson Rockefeller) ... belongs to the "cute" internals of GOP-Central. Never to see the light of day.
Meanwhile, Gerald Ford's wife was an alcoholic. So now, through charity money raising, there's a famous Betty Ford clinic.
Maybe, it was meant so that all of us had to get drunk to understand these power plays?
They would stop for burgers in greasy biker bars.
Or should it be stop for greasy burgers in biker bars?
Peter
Hold it, is Althouse suggesting that Meade is her Fortensky?
Whoa. Never thought of that. I bet Fortensky could fell a tree (even on a bender).
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As Cranky notes, Liz left a wake of dead exes behind her and Fortensky may not survive her by much, although it sounds as if he had more sense (get away from the bright lights to be happy).
At least he's got some good memories.
"Hold it, is Althouse suggesting that Meade is her Fortensky?"
In that analogy, this blog is the Betty Ford Clinic. So... why are the rest of you here?
My name is EDH, and I'm a recovering addict...
That was a touching story and I believe it. The circus surrounding her must have been incredible. I've known a couple of movie stars and they had trouble going out to dinner without being pestered. Her life was an order or two of magnitude more of a circus.
So... why are the rest of you here?
I have a blog addiction.
The phrase around here is "And I thought I smoked too much blog."
(Note the date and the first comment, from back before Meade met Althouse IRL.)
Touching reminiscence by Liz's husband #8.
Note that Fortensky was remembered in Liz's will. She must have still cared for him.
Elizabeth Edwards did not mention John Edwards in her will. She died angry, very angry at her former spouse.
why are the rest of you here?
We're all inpatients one way or another.
At least he's got some good memories
But he can't remember the first time he shtupped Elizabeth Taylor?
The beau ideal of romantic love in our time is exemplified by Charlie Sheen. Nonetheless, the perfect should never be the enemy of the good. If you can't hang around with porn godessess, this is an acceptable substitute.. Larry and Liz had a Kobe relationship. Liz was fed on beer mash and marbled with fat. But Larry was willing to take the time and massage her flesh into tenderness. He lived high on the hog while they were together and got a big payday after she died. What is there for him to regret? She also seemed to enjoy the ride, at least for awhile. I'm not too cynical to recognize a fine romance when I see one.
But he can't remember the first time he shtupped Elizabeth Taylor?
Yes, that is hard to believe, isn't it?
Boinking Liz would seem likely to leave a lasting impression.
Plenty of greasy burger dumps on PCH. I think a lot of people confuse PCH with the iconic stretch of CA 1 that hangs above the ocean in Big Sur. Most parts of PCH in the LA area don't invite biker escapism.
Most parts of PCH in the LA area don't invite biker escapism.
Like in Long Beach. Way back I used to frequent a bar on PCH in Long Beach that was a biker bar. Well, half biker bar and half sailor bar. What a place.
But he can't remember the first time he shtupped Elizabeth Taylor?
Perhaps he's enough of a gentleman not to publicly remember.
In that analogy, this blog is the Betty Ford Clinic. So... why are the rest of you here?
This isn't the BFC; it's the virtual gateway to the BFC. "A day of blogging is like an evening of strong cocktails and loud conversation."--Steven Green as
quoted by Ann Althouse.
I think that makes Meade AA's Richard Burton.
The thought of Liz Taylor being happy as a clam on the back end of a Harley while riding north is illuminating. Her life had been stage-managed since National Velvet and in Larry Fortensky she finally got to be herself. The picture of her in the snow is probably the first time she'd had fun for herself for no other reason than the fun in decades.
I could never live within the straitjacket of expectations known as the Hollywood press, and it's clear that Larry allowed Liz to escape the bubble on occasion.
"Plenty of greasy burger dumps on PCH. I think a lot of people confuse PCH with the iconic stretch of CA 1 that hangs above the ocean in Big Sur. Most parts of PCH in the LA area don't invite biker escapism.
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sarge dont concider anythin south of bolinas/north of leggett to be PCH
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