A Relentless Foe of Verbosity
Writing by treason on Thursday, 4 of October , 2007 at 9:27 am
“Every time a person dies it’s like a library burning down. The associations, the memories, the stories are gone forever.”
– Ken Burns
I fell asleep last night with the TV on and woke up towards the end of the rebroadcast of Cavuto’s show. I’d missed it earlier in the day, so I hadn’t heard. For months I’d been watching the business shows on FNC and wondering where Jim Michaels had gone. Hadn’t seen him for some time, and hoped he wasn’t ill.
He was, and like many of his generation, he had entered the hospital and then succumbed to pneumonia. What was so remarkable about him was that he was so sharp, so agile for someone who was two years older than my mother – and Yankee Stadium.
“He could edit the Lord’s Prayer down to six words, and nobody would miss anything.”
In reading the affectionate obit-tribute on Forbes.com, I can’t help think that Michaels would have sliced it in half, then half again.
R.I.P.
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