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| Maya Angelou |
The first time I
interviewed Maya Angelou, in 2002, I got hammered. What was supposed to have
been a 45-minute interview in a hotel room near Los Angeles had turned into a
16-hour day, much of it spent in her stretch limo, during which we'd been to
lunch, and she had performed. On the way back from Pasadena she asked her
assistant, Lydia Stuckey, to get out the whisky.
“Do you want ice and
stuff?” Stuckey asked.
“I want some ice, but
mostly I want stuff,” said Angelou with a smile, and invited me to join her.
