A few thoughts prompted by the passing of Freddie Everett, a towering personality in Manhattan society if ever there was one.

Let me first say that I didn’t know her that well. We were friendly — she’d call up to say something nice about one of my columns, or to call my attention to another piece in the New York Times about her daughter Bridget — but I can’t write about her from the vantage point of a close friend. Certainly not from the perspective of her family, who knew her best. You should read the obit for that, if you haven’t already. It’s a good one.

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