A few years back Ann Margret's mother lived a few blocks from my house. The mother died and the house was up for sale.
There was an open house so I took a look.
The little old lady I thought was a real estate agent turned out to be none other than Ann Margret her ownself.
I remember falling in love with those tiny white shorts she wore in the opening scene in Viva Las Vegas.
I'm glad the lady I saw was not wearing tiny white shorts. Father Time's a nasty dude.