From the minute Lauren Bacall opened her 19-year-old mouth on the set of Hemingway's "To Have and Have Not" in 1944, she was a star. She died at 89 yesterday and had never ventured even a centimeter from stardom.
She was what stardom was all about during her age, my age and your age: elegance, strength of character, regal bearing, that wonderfully husky whisky voice, the smartass response and the come hither look. That she was drop dead beautiful became but a footnote after a while because there was so much more to her, so many memorable moments--with and without husband Humphry Bogart.
She was in middle age when I came of age, but was still as much a lure as any of the young starlets in her beauty, but she had a lot more to offer.
Losing her and Robin Williams so close together, I think, stings because it brings up our own mortality clearly. They were both clear and present icons for my age and it is difficult to see them gone.