This glamorous TV star has had a life filled with ups and downs, including a successful career, a famous divorce, and finding love again in her 60s. Let’s take a closer look at her journey and stunning change over the years.
This well-known television star first caught the public’s eye in the late 1970s with her breakout role as the stylish and clever secretary Jennifer Marlowe on “WKRP in Cincinnati.” Her mix of beauty and great comedic timing made her an instant hit, but her rise to fame didn’t happen overnight. Before she became the blonde bombshell known by millions, she had a simple upbringing in Saint Paul, Minnesota.
Born in 1945 to a chemist father, she had jet-black hair as a child. She studied art at the University of Minnesota, but her stunning looks helped her win spots in beauty pageants, even finishing as a runner-up in the Miss Minnesota contest in 1964.
Her early life was marked by challenges, including a marriage and divorce before she turned 21. She took on a teaching job to support herself and her daughter while finishing her college degree.
She grew interested in acting through local theater productions, performing in plays like “Fiddler on the Roof,” “Born Yesterday,” and “The Threepenny Opera.” Determined to pursue acting more seriously, she and her second husband, actor Ross Bickell, moved to Los Angeles in the mid-1970s.
After landing small roles in popular shows like “S.W.A.T.” and “The Bob Newhart Show,” her career began to grow. However, her choice to dye her hair blonde truly pushed her into the spotlight.
In 1978, she got her role on “WKRP in Cincinnati,” earning two Emmy nominations. While she was doing well professionally, her second marriage ended in 1981, partly due to the pressures of her rising fame.
Her success on “WKRP in Cincinnati” opened doors for more roles, leading her to portray real-life Hollywood figures like Jayne Mansfield in “The Jayne Mansfield Story” and Thelma Todd in “White Hot: The Mysterious Murder of Thelma Todd.”
Although she showed her dramatic skills, she was often seen as a glamorous Hollywood star. Still, her roles kept her popular and confirmed her status in the television industry.
In the early 1980s, she started a high-profile relationship with Burt Reynolds, one of Hollywood’s biggest stars. They were often seen on red carpets and magazine covers, becoming a glamorous couple. After dating for six years, they married in a small but public ceremony in 1988.
Their wedding took place at Reynolds’ Florida ranch and attracted much media attention, with helicopters overhead and paparazzi waiting outside.
Although their relationship looked perfect to the public, problems arose behind the scenes. Just five years after their wedding, Reynolds served her divorce papers.
Their separation became famous, with tabloids reporting accusations of infidelity, bad parenting, and financial issues. Reynolds claimed she maxed out his credit cards and said she had been unfaithful.
In 1995, she accused Reynolds of being violent. Their divorce was messy and took years to finalize, with their financial ties lingering for over two decades.
Despite the difficult end to their marriage, the actress later looked back on their relationship positively. In an interview after Reynolds died in 2018, she said they reconciled before he passed away.
“We were friends first and friends last. It’s time to move on,” she stated. Their adopted son, Quinton, played a key role in their eventual reconciliation.
“We have this wonderful child together. Having a son was a big event in our lives, and everything revolved around him,” she explained. Their son even brought them together one last time before Reynolds died.
In a final kind gesture, Reynolds took her out to dinner and brought her flowers. She cherished these memories, speaking fondly of her ex-husband’s gentle side.
While her tumultuous relationship with Reynolds was the focus of many headlines in the 1990s, the actress remained committed to her career. She continued to work in television, often appearing in sitcoms and TV movies, although her roles often reflected the glamorous image she built in the 1980s.
In 2008, at 62, she found love again, this time in a quieter setting. She married Bob Flick, a musician and founding member of The Brothers Four, a folk group.
Their relationship had deep roots, as they first met decades earlier at a movie premiere when her career was just beginning. After reconnecting later in life, they wed in a private ceremony attended by close family and friends, including her son.
This beloved figure in Hollywood is none other than Loni Anderson, now 79. Take a look at the actress’s transformation over the years as she embraced life in the spotlight.
A Family Forgot Their Wealthy Grandpa at a Gas Station on His Birthday — The Next Day, His Lawyer Called Them
On his 73rd birthday, Lennox treated his family to a lavish beach trip, only to be ignored, dismissed, and forgotten — literally! They left him at a gas station on the drive home. But the family learned the cost of their callous behavior when Lennox’s lawyer called them the next day.
I turned 73 last Tuesday. Most men my age would be proud. I’d transformed my grandfather’s humble construction company into a sprawling empire that stretched across three states.
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But what good was any of it when I sat alone at my mahogany dining table, staring at a cake with no one to share it?
I had called my son Gregory, my daughter Caroline, their spouses, and all five of my grandchildren to invite them to celebrate my birthday.
All of them had answered with excuses; they were too busy to spend one evening with me.
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I sat in my study later that night, nursing a glass of scotch, when an idea struck me.
Money. It had always been the one thing that got their attention. The one thing that made their schedules “magically open up,” as my late wife Helen used to say.
So I rented the most luxurious tour bus available and planned a weeklong trip to the coast. All expenses paid.
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Then I sent out new invites to my family, asking them to join me for the “real birthday celebration.”
The responses were predictably enthusiastic, now that they were getting more than a slice of cake and a few hours with an old man out of it.
When the day arrived, all 15 of them showed up with piles of luggage and wide smiles.
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My great-granddaughter Zoe squealed when she saw the tour bus and instantly started taking selfies in front of it.
I watched them board, chattering and laughing. My family… my legacy. I smiled to myself as I climbed aboard last. Maybe this was how we’d finally connect.
The countryside rolled by in waves of gold and green while I sat in the back, watching them all.
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Gregory played cards with his boys. Caroline sipped wine with her daughter-in-law. The youngest kids bounced between seats, high on sugar and excitement.
No one sat with me. Not at any point during the many hours it took to reach our destination.
The coast was beautiful, I’ll give it that. Blue waves crashing against rocky shores, and seagulls wheeling overhead.
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I paid for a boat tour on our first day, but when I joined my family in the hotel lobby, Gregory frowned at me.
“Don’t you think you’re a little old to be going on a boat trip, Dad? Think about your health. What if you had another heart attack?”
“I—”
“Greg’s right, Dad.” Caroline cut me off. “It’s best if you stay here.”
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And that was the pattern for the entire week.
I’d organized spa treatments, fishing excursions, surfing lessons, you name it. But I didn’t get to enjoy any of it. Or spend any time with my family.
Oh, they were careful to wrap their excuses in concern for my health, but Zoe’s obsession with social media betrayed them all.
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I was on my way to the beach (by myself) when I spotted Zoe in the garden just outside the hotel entrance, phone held out in front of her.
I started walking toward her but froze when I got close enough to overhear what she was saying.
“… enjoying the beach with my fam! We were even kind enough to bring my great-grandpa along, although my mom and grandma say he can’t do much because of his health issues. At least he can chill by the pool!”
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Zoe is only 12 and might be excused for spouting nonsense, but it was the narrative beneath her words that broke me; the things her mother and Caroline had told her.
I saw the truth now. I’d thought I was investing in a chance to bring my family together when I paid for this trip, but they just saw me as useless baggage they were forced to drag along.
I went down to the beach and stayed there, watching the families who actually cared about each other building sandcastles and laughing together until the stars came out.
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The week passed quickly.
Too quickly for them, apparently. The complaints started before we even loaded the bus for the return trip.
“God, this drive is going to be brutal,” Caroline muttered, sunglasses perched on her head.
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“I don’t know why Grandpa didn’t just rent a private jet,” her eldest son said, loud enough for everyone to hear.
Loud enough for me to hear.
Two hours into the journey home, I felt a tightness in my chest.
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A cold sweat broke out across my forehead.
It wasn’t a heart attack — I’d had one of those before and knew the difference. This was just age and stress and heartache making themselves known.
“Can we pull over?” I asked, my voice weaker than I intended. “I need a minute.”
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Gregory looked up from his laptop, irritated. “We just stopped an hour ago.”
“You can’t wait 30 more minutes?” Caroline snapped. “There’s a rest area up ahead.”
I pressed a hand to my stomach. “I just need a moment to breathe.”
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My son-in-law, James, sighed dramatically and signaled the driver.
The bus pulled into a grimy gas station, all buzzing florescent lights and faded advertisements.
“Make it quick, Dad,” Gregory said, not looking up from his screen.
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Gone was the concern for my health that they’d pulled out like red cards at a soccer match every time I tried to join in on the holiday excursions.
I shuffled inside the gas station restroom and splashed water on my face. The man who looked back at me in the mirror seemed suddenly smaller than I remembered.
When I walked back outside, blinking in the harsh sunlight, the parking lot was empty. The bus was gone.
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I stood there, my blazer suddenly insufficient against the wind that picked up. No phone. No wallet. Nothing but the clothes on my back and the watch on my wrist.
“You okay, sir?” A young voice broke through my shock.
A girl stood in the gas station doorway, maybe 19, her name tag reading “Marlee.”
“I think I’ve been… forgotten,” I said.
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She frowned, looking around the empty lot. “Someone just left you here?”
“My family,” I said, and the words felt like glass in my throat.
“That’s messed up,” she said simply. Then she disappeared inside, returning moments later with a foil-wrapped package. “Microwave burrito. It’s not much, but you look like you could use something.”
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I took it, surprised by the kindness of the gesture. “Thank you.”
Marlee’s shift ended two hours later. During that time, no one called, and no one came back for me.
“Look, I can’t just leave you here,” she said. “My apartment’s not far…”
So, I went home with Marlee to an apartment smaller than my bedroom.
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She made soup from a can and loaned me thick wool socks when she noticed me rubbing my feet.
“My brother’s room is yours tonight,” she said, showing me to a small bedroom with posters of bands I didn’t recognize. “We’ll figure this out in the morning.”
I lay awake that night, staring at the ceiling.
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Not once had Marlee asked who I was beyond my name. Not once had she questioned whether helping me would benefit her in any way.
She saw an old man in need and extended her hand. Simple as that.
When morning came, I borrowed Marlee’s cellphone and made one call — to my lawyer. It was time to teach my family a lesson.
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I was home by mid-morning, and my family started arriving by noon, their faces twisted with panic and indignation.
“Dad, there’s been a terrible misunderstanding,” Gregory started, standing in my foyer like he owned the place.
“We went back for you!” Caroline insisted, though we both knew it was a lie.
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I let them talk themselves out. Let them rage and plead and make promises we all knew they wouldn’t keep.
When they finally fell silent, I opened the front door.
Marlee stood on the porch, a plate of homemade cookies in her hands. I placed a gentle hand on Marlee’s shoulder as she entered, confusion evident on her face as she took in the scene.
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“This,” I said, calm as still water, “is Marlee. She didn’t know who I was. She didn’t know what I had. But she saved me, took care of me, and reminded me what it means to be seen.”
My family stared, uncomprehending.
“I’m taking back all the businesses, cars, houses, and every other gift I’ve ever given you all,” I continued, watching the realization dawn on their faces. “Everything you thought was yours will now belong to her.”
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“You can’t be serious,” Caroline whispered, her perfectly manicured hand pressed to her throat.
“You left me at a gas station without a backward glance. And I finally saw you all clearly.”
Marlee looked between us all, stunned. “Lennox, I don’t understand—”
“You will,” I said gently. “But unlike them, you never have to worry about what it means to be family. You already know.”
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They left in a storm of threats and tears. But I felt lighter than I had in decades. Marlee stayed, confused but kind as ever.
“You don’t have to do anything,” I told her as we sat in my study later. “The money and properties are yours, regardless. But I hope you’ll let an old man show you the ropes.”
She smiled then, and it reminded me so much of Helen that my heart squeezed in my chest.
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“I think,” she said carefully, “that we could both use a friend.”
And for the first time in longer than I could remember, I didn’t feel forgotten at all.
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