Star Bright

Star Foster died yesterday. It's a shock, and everyone who knew her, even peripherally like I did, has a story of Star. Here's mine:

About a year ago I sent a sort of hot-tempered note to someone else on my e-mail list whose name started with "S." Well, thanks to autofill, I ended up sending the note to Star. And in good Star fashion, I got the e-mail back from her with a note that said, "I don't think this is for me. But it was fun to read." Chagrined, I wrote back with an apology and told her that I saw her across 19th Street near La Colombe one day. "Why didn't you stop me and say hi?" she asked. I told her I would, and did a few times on Rittenhouse. Which reminds me that I should do that more with everyone I know.

I'm sorry to Star's friends and family. Really sorry. She was a bright star here, if only far too short.