Put a picture of her in every urinal, in remembrance.
Some years ago, she was signing copies of a book she wrote, and a vet walked up to her and spit some well-masticated tobacco chaw in her face. He’d been waiting in line for a while, evidently, just to get the chance.
He’s a hero as far as I’m concerned. It was a fine moment in American history.
That man is a hero!
Did he get arrested?