Still Living It Up
Washington Hospice Benefit Features Famous Former Resident Art Buchwald
Ethel Kennedy greets the author at last night's benefit at the Mayflower.
(By Gerald Martineau -- The Washington Post)
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Saturday, November 11, 2006
Life can't imitate Art.
He even managed to come out of a hospice alive.
And with another book to his name.
Appropriately enough, humorist Art Buchwald's latest tome is titled "Too Soon to Say Goodbye." The subtitle elaborates: "I don't know where I'm going. I don't even know why I'm here!" Very Buchwald.
At the Mayflower Hotel last night, a benefit dinner for the Washington Home and Community Hospices -- where Buchwald stayed for five months earlier this year -- also served as a book party of sorts, although a book party at which 370 guests paid $350 a pop.
Ethel Kennedy, a longtime friend, was there. So was Jack Valenti, who's known his old buddy since 1964. "I told Art, 'The next time you go to a hospice, die for God's sake,' " he said. Ben Bradlee introduced the man of the hour.
An author can never plug a book too much, Buchwald knows, and he worked the crowd from his wheelchair, debonair in a tux, a ginger ale in hand. He had a few jokes up his sleeve, of course. To wit: "I felt like one of the pleasures of my dying was I wouldn't have to look at George Bush anymore."
"How do you feel, Art?" asked Jacqueline Lindsey, his daytime nurse at Washington Home. She mentioned that her patient was sometimes stubborn.
"Good enough to be here," Buchwald replied.
He wasn't supposed to be here. At least that's what the doctors said in February, when he checked into the hospice. He had refused dialysis. His diet was atrocious -- the breakfast parfait and gooey cinnamon bun from McDonald's among his favorite foods. He was all packed and ready to go, but life, as life does, kept interrupting Art.
So instead of dying on cue, he started writing a book, two hours every day for a few weeks; his assistant, Cathy Crary, typed on her computer as he dictated. He left Washington Home and spent the summer on Martha's Vineyard, Mass. He resumed writing his twice-weekly syndicated humor column.
"There are two ways to die," Buchwald said last night. "If you're ready, you say you're going home. If you're not ready, you say you're going to the office."


