With each passing day, we are living history, turning page after page.
A tough loss, yes. But look what has blossomed from all that hard work. Something to behold.
I continue to ask why. I have no answers. But I do have Marvin.
"When I was a little kiddo, I’d see that view and say, ‘Thank you, Lord.’"
Here’s to you, Stan.
Where has the time gone?
When I read this passage last Saturday afternoon, I wept.
We lose yet another vital voice on the printed page. Damn.
He was old-school, a shoe-leather reporter who did the work.
We were us.