I just read this wonderfully poignant comment about Tim Russert's recent passing:
Here's a man who made a handsome living following his passion. He loved his job and his family avidly and deliberately. He spent his last days with his family, sans any forecast of finality. What a luxury. He passed on immediately while doing what he loved. No villain, no tragedy, no undignified reduction of passion or power. He went out like God's Own Hero, an undramatic and sudden exit, scooping up life with both hands one moment and dead the next. He passed as angels pass. Well done, sir!
Mount Stupid (Again) - Source: Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal Two weeks ago, I discussed the importance of understanding how much I know (or do not know). As noted then...
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