I'm beginning to feel like the angel of death. It seems like every time I look someone up from the past, they're dead..often, quite recently. In this case, while rummaging for info on my late friend Dan Routhier and my first-grade buddy Craig Combs (alive! alive!), I thought I'd post this funny clipping from the Detroit Free Press 29 years ago. I wrote in to ask how to contact the stars—ha! A starfucker was born. The lady I wrote to was the legendary Bettelou Peterson, a TV-beat writer who was a longtime Free Press contributor. Damned if she didn't just die less than one month ago! What made me pull her out of my scrapbook this week...and who will be next?