My grandmother Cora was a great cook, but she would always have a cigarette hanging from her mouth while she cooked. She would hold the cigarette in her mouth, work at food preparation and talk, all at the same time. All of us kids would be fascinated because her cigarette ash would grow and grow and we would all wait in anticipation of the cigarette ash falling in the food. She always seemed to catch the ash before it infected our meal, though.
My grandfather, Bill, was a building contractor and his latest project was building the Desi Arnaz Hotel in Indian Wells, California. At this time Desi was still married to Lucille Ball. So so we were all very surprised when my grandfather came home with stories of Desi Arnaz necking with a girl who was not Lucy in front of his new hotel. My grandmother Cora, who was in the kitchen preparing dinner, was outraged. Her cigarette dangled from her mouth as she chopped vegetables. After cursing Desi Arnaz, she could only shake her head, cigarette still dangling, and lament: "Poor, poor Lucy". She continued working, the ash on her cigarette increasing in length and then repeated: "Poor, poor Lucy".
Celebrity divorce soon followed.