AND THAT’S WHY I LOVED LUCY – GARRY ARMSTRONG

I’ve got the blues. I need to perk up.

LUCILLE-BALL

Melancholy. Melancholy Serenade. Serenade of the Bells. The Bells of St. Mary. A silly word link game I play to lighten things. Suddenly, it reminds me of another time, an assignment more than three decades ago.

The assignment? To cover Lucille Ball’s arrival in Boston. The nation’s favorite red-head was visiting her daughter, Lucy Arnaz, who was opening in a pre-Broadway show.

It was pushing 9 pm, another long day. I had the end of summer blues.  Lucy finally arrived at Logan Airport, surrounded by her entourage and a gaggle of media.

I hung back, beckoning with my TV smile and waited for things to quiet down. I was looking down at my feet for a long moment when I heard the familiar voice. “What’s the matter, fella, long day?”, Lucille Ball inquired as I looked up, face to face with that very familiar face.

We smiled at each other. Real smiles. Not the phony ones. I didn’t realize it but Lucy had already cued my camera crew and things were rolling along. I’m not sure who was doing the interview.  Mostly we chatted about the “glamour” of TV, celebrity, long working days and Boston traffic.

I signaled the crew to shoot cut-aways, beating Lucy by a second. She winked. We shook hands and Lucy gave me an unexpected peck on the cheek … and another wink as she walked away with her entourage.

Lucy showFast forward to the next afternoon and the end of a formal news conference. Lucy seemed tired as she answered the last question about the enduring popularity of “I Love Lucy” reruns.

I was just staring and marveling at her patience. She caught the look on my face and gave me a wry smile. As the room emptied out, Lucy beckoned me to stay.

We waited until all the camera crews left. She offered me a scotch neat and thanked me for not asking any dumb questions during the news conference.

I asked if she’d gotten any sleep and she flashed that wry smile again along with a “so what’s the problem?” look. I muttered something about being burned out and a little blue because summer was fleeting. She laughed. A big hearty laugh. Her face lit up as she pinched my cheeks.

Lucy showed me some PR stills from her “I Love Lucy” days and sighed. I showed her a couple of my PR postcards and she guffawed. Another round of scotches neat.

Lucy talked quietly about how proud she was of her daughter. I just listened. She smiled as she realized I was really listening.

A PR aide interrupted and Lucy looked annoyed. We stood up. I reached out to shake her hands but she hugged me. She pinched my cheeks again and gave me that smile again as she walked away.

The blues just vanished. How about that!



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13 replies

  1. Oh WOW!! What an inspiration she was and how fantastic your experience(s).

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  2. That is wonderful story. As you know, I worked as a publicist for Desilu Studios almost 60 years ago
    Lucy knew everyone on the lot. I may have already told you the story about when, one day, she said to me, “Can you use some dresses?” I said I could, so she ushered me into her dressing room and started loading me down with an armful of dresses. I think she always thought of me as the teenager she she had last seen ten years before, because one day she came into my office when I was alone, took my face in both her hands, and said, “You’re getting so pretty.” I was close friends with her first cousin whom she considered her sister because they had been raised together. Lucy had her generous moments and those when she could be a hellion. In other words, she was human.

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    • Yes, Patricia, Lucy was so HUMAN. Why she took the time to pick out my tired face in the airport gaggle, I’ll never know. She should’ve been glad the media horde had left and been on her way. Instead, she took the time to pick me up, a reporter unknown to her. Quien sabe? She connected with me and it just felt so darn good. I think we just connected as people.
      The post news conference chat the next day was bittersweet for me. Maybe also for Lucy. My Mom was a HUGE Lucy fan and smile widely when I told her the story in person.

      Patricia, thanks, again, for sharing your stories.

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  3. A wonderful experience.

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  4. There was something about Lucy that you just knew she was a wonderful soul.
    Leslie

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  5. What a great story! You beat my Bob Hope and raised me five!!!!

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