Obituaries are a terrific place to peak at history. You get to learn about the world in which we live, the important, the silly, the cultural and the mundane, one person at a time. For example, just this morning one learns about
Ivan Luini and
Sergio Savarese who designed furniture together,
L.W. McNutt (honestly, that's his name) who turned making fruitcake into a mega mail order gift business,
Fouad el-Mohandes who was an Egyptian comedian of great fame (truly),
Burt Goldblatt who designed album covers for jazz artists,
King Taufa'ahau Tupou IV of Tonga who was killed with his wife and their longtime friend and driver near Menlo Park (Calif.), and
Patricia Kennedy Lawford who was one of the lovely bevy of John F. Kennedy's sisters and mother of articulate and powerful memorist
Christopher Lawford.
As for the title of this post, did you ever notice how risky the early 80's are - meaning that decade of one's life, not sixteen-to-twenty-six years ago? I wish there were some way to jump from 79 to 86.
Labels: farewells, juxtapositions, people, s.p.e.e.d.ing
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