Edward Pfizenmaier, Wollman Rink, Central Park, New York City, 1954
"Oh, it’s nobody’s fault but my own! I was looking up… it was the nearest thing to heaven! You were there…"
An Affair To Remember (1957)
Several wirehaired terriers played our scene-stealing pet over the years, but we weren’t allowed to make friends with any of them. Their trainer feared it would break the dogs’ concentration. The first one, Skippy, bit me once, so our relationship was hardly idyllic. My relationship with Bill was. We became very close friends, but, contrary to popular belief, we were never really married or even close to it. Oh, there were times when Bill had a crush on me and times when I had a crush on Bill, but we never made anything of it. We worked around it and stayed pals. In this world today, nobody seems to understand how you can just be terribly close and love somebody a whole lot and not sleep with him. If Bill and I had been lovers, then we would have had fights. And if we’d been married, it would have been even worse. —Myrna Loy