I met Molly Ivins a few years ago, at a book signing. You would have thought I was meeting (insert favorite rock star). I could barely talk. But I managed to squeak out my request that she write something about from one Texas gal to another, because I was going to give it to my Mama. She kindly did so.
I don't believe in a literal heaven, where you meet up with those who have gone before you -- though I really, REALLY want to -- but it's a nice visual, isn't it: Ann Richards hanging out at the gate, meeting Molly with a cold beer held out. Saying something about "You think we can raise some HELL up here???"