R.I.P. MARGOT KIDDER

(Margie in my hat)

“Call me Margie.”

That’s a hard G, as in Margot. As in Margot Kidder. And that’s how she introduced herself with a handshake that shook you to the bones and a smile that made you feel like she really wanted to be your friend.

I first met Margie six or seven years ago at a convention somewhere. We shared a booking agent and soon became part of a strange “family” that holds its reunions several times a year at various conventions around the world. I say family because with Margie in the mix, there was no such thing as a stranger for long.

She loved to talk and tell bawdy stories and never tired of fans who loved to hear about the weeks and months she spent dangling from a wire harness next to Christopher Reeve during the filming of SUPERMAN. I told her I had been a bit skeptical going into the theater, but by the end of the flying sequence where Superman takes Lois Lane for a night flight around Metropolis, I had fallen just a little bit in love. “I was up there so long, my crotch got numb,” she said.

One memorable afternoon, we convened to Margie’s hotel room to watch the hockey playoffs in which her team did not do well. That’s when I discovered exactly why Margie never watched the playoffs in the lobby bar – when her team was down, she had a mouth like a Marine drill sergeant. After once being asked to leave the hotel bar, the burger and pizza parties in Margie’s room became an annual tradition. I didn’t learn any new words, but I learned a few I didn’t know Margie knew.

She was an advocate and an activist who never backed down from a fight or a challenge. Warm, funny, brilliant and passionate about the people and causes she cared about.

People will always remember Margie as Lois Lane. Mary and I will always remember her as a sweet friend who left too soon.

Reports say Margot Kidder passed away peacefully in her sleep. I’ve always believed that, in our dreams, we remember how to fly. If I’m right, I’ll bet she’s off on one last flight with a guy in a red cape.

God speed, my friend.

Mike

 

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