Another great man has passed. I was always a big fan of George Herbert Walker Bush…affectionately referred to as “Bush 41.” I mean, how could you NOT be? I’m actually writing this blog while watching his funeral service…typing on my iPad through the blur of tears at times.
Hey, even the crusty old Drunken Republican can be a big, fat softie.
But throughout the moving…and often humorous…eulogies, the media coverage of his passing several days earlier churned in my brain, and I seemed overcome…not by emotion…but by a rush of lamentable observations.