Tuesday, April 28, 1998 | 10:35 a.m.
We'd like a peek at the Mothers Day card Christopher Reeve sends his mom a few weekends from now. Hi, ma -- thanks for not having me killed. Love, Chris. In his new memoir, "Still Me," Reeve writes that in those first scary hours after his paralyzing May 1995 accident, his mother considered the crack team of physicians working on her son, the hospital's modern equipment and, even before the doctors rendered their verdict, knew what her son's fate would be: He's gonna die! So, Reeve writes, she urged doctors to pull the plug on him. "They told her to calm down, to wait and see what would happen." Well, we all know what happened: Reeve lived, and through his unflagging optimism became a shining beacon of hope -- er, not exactly. Reeve writes that even he nearly gave up hope. "Maybe we should let me go," he told his wife, Dana. She talked him out of his super funk by simultaneously reaffirming her love and suggesting a future book title: "You're still you," she told him. "And I love you." Kinda gets you right here, no?
Miscellany
If ever a plug-pulling was called for, this is the time: '70s teen dreams Bobby Sherman, Davy Jones and Peter Noone will kick off their "Teen Idols Tour" this summer in Reno. "I think mainly what makes this work is the timing," Sherman says, leading us to believe that it's time to pay some bills and the royalties for "Hey Little Woman" aren't rolling in the way they used to. But no, by "timing," Sherman is referring to the ill-conceived retromania loose in the land. "Over the last three or four years there's been a '70s resurgence," he says. "I didn't want to go on tour unless I felt it was right." And, apparently, nothing felt righter than joining former Monkee Jones and onetime Herman's Hermit Noone to relive the bad old daze of bubblegum hell. Mom, pull the plug on us now!
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