RIP, Again, Times Two
The Burrow is turning into an obituary column this month. Last week was Roger Ebert's goodbye post. Today, I started in England and ended up in Disneyland. It's a dismal set of thoughts roiling through my brain right now. I am so glad to have you to share them with me. TBG and I saw Margaret Thatcher at the Marin Speakers Series. Many wonderful (and some not so wonderful) speakers came through the Civic Center over the decade in which we had tickets; there were only three standing ovations. One was for Bill Clinton, whose presentation was the largest love fest I've ever seen, preaching to the choir as he was. Another was for Colin Powell, two weeks after he decided not to run for the presidency. There wasn't a dry eye in the house when he finished speaking; everyone wanted to vote for him, right then, right there. The third, the most personal, the loudest, and the longest, was for Mrs. Thatcher. Her politics were offensive to most of the a...