My father is 89, a former Life Magazine photographer, and a skilled story teller. I was raised with many of them, some amazing, others amusing. Most were even based on facts. I was always fond of his Liz Taylor story as its ending seems tender to me. Because of the tragedy of her passing today, I asked my dad to recount the story. He was living in Chicago at the time, where he still resides.

"I was covering Elizabeth Taylor in 1960 for Life Magazine at a party at the Ambassador East (Hotel) in Chicago. She was there to promote the movie Scent of Mystery. It was produced by her late husband, Mike Todd, and his son, Mike Todd, Jr. She and Peter Lorre were in the film, and he was there too. The party was also for the introduction of "Smell-O-Vision", which the movie used. The invention was owned by Mike Todd, who she recently widowed (in 1958). He had invested millions of dollars in the process by which when you show a movie and you have a scene of, say, an orange orchard, an electrical system with fans blew the smell of orange blossoms in the theater. It was a big flop.

"A few weeks later I was on a plane coming home from L.A. to Chicago after shooting a golf tournament there. I was in the back compartment and all of a sudden the plane, after pulling away from the gate, stops taxiing and they open a door and Elizabeth Taylor in a fur coat comes on and the only seat left in the plane was next to me. I had my camera case with me, the one she had signed a few weeks earlier at the event in Chicago. She sat next to me, and recognizing me said, "Art, let's not talk. Let's sleep all the way to Chicago."

My father claims he honored her request. That to me is the amazing part of this story, my dad not saying a word for over three hours.

We love you Liz. Rest in peace.