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By SHARON WAXMAN
Published: March 26, 2006
THE other day when I called Art Buchwald, he couldn't come to the phone. John Glenn, the former senator, was at his bedside in the Washington hospice where, for 10 weeks now, Mr. Buchwald has been waiting to die.
Art I can't easily call him Mr. Buchwald because we are acquaintances has lived a storied life, cutting a swath through postwar Paris, where he wined with Taylor (Elizabeth) and dined with Bergman (Ingrid), then returned to the United States to write a column that won him a Pulitzer Prize in 1982. He's also written some 30 books.
So he's not complaining now, despite losing a leg to amputation this winter and an apparently imminent death sentence. He has decided he would prefer to die rather than undergo hours of dialysis to cleanse his kidneys every few days.
But he also hasn't died yet, despite predictions that he would only last three or four weeks without the dialysis. That may be because he's having too much fun. His hospice room, where he intends to stay until the end, has become an informal salon, filled with various members of the Kennedy clan, Marine brass, Senator Glenn, Benjamin C. Bradlee, Representative Nancy Pelosi. On Tuesday the French ambassador showed up to make him a commander of the Order of Arts and Letters and give him a medal. And he's been writing words of wisdom about the end of life.
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On a personal note, my husband Matt and I were hanging out with our cousin Oliver and his then-girlfriend, now wife, Rumyana, in Georgetown about 8 years ago. We went into the Barnes and Noble (or Borders..can't recall which), and to our surprise, there was Art Buchwald, just hanging out at a table near the coffee shop. I was too nervous (and in awe) to bother the man (after all, it was his Saturday morning, too), so I let him be. I bought a couple of copies of "I'll Always Have Paris" which he had autographed and kept one for myself, and gave one to my Dad who is the person who turned me on to Buchwald. Art Buchwald will truly be missed.