My favorite Mrs. Cox Anthony story is how she had one of the numerous family jets fly a load of her poodles over to meet up with her in Paris. Men may come and go, and Lordy how they came and went from Mrs. Anthony's splendid life, but a real lady knows the value of a snappy little lap dog to an aging, weary heart. And Dear Reader, ladies' hearts, be they rich or poor ones, all get a little saggy as the years go by.
Thinking on the Cox's bags of billions, I do have to laugh a bit when people wonder if new media is "monetizable." Honey, all information is pure gold... to those who can make it come to life. Just ask a Cox heir. I think there are still a few left around this town.