We’ve lost one of my favorite journalists and a true wit in the spirit of Mark Twain. She’s the one who dubbed the current occupant “Shrub” for which I am grateful. I knew she was suffering from breast cancer and when I hadn’t seen a column for a couple months, I thought, “uh oh, is this it?”
Unfortunately, it was. But, I just read that she got a great send-off complete with beer and barbeque to the tune of “Great Balls of Fire.” Ya can’t get much better than that.