Is it just me, or does it seem like some famous folks are dropping off in rapid succession lately? The latest loss of any significance to me - while MJ was okay in the 80's, and Cronkite has been around for decades - happened this weekend. Frank McCourt passed away on Sunday, after contracting Meningitis while battling/recovering from treatment for Melanoma. He was 78.
Now, why does this matter to me? He was a writer who wrote three memoir books, one of which won the Pulitzer,and one children's book. Of the three, I have only read one, Teacher Man, where he discussed his teaching career in New York high schools. I managed to land on a taped reading of him a couple of years ago, from when Teacher Man was coming out, and if it weren't for the fact that the reading ended, I could have kept watching. He struck me as a man, through the little bit that I read, that I would have like the chance to sit down and talk with had the opportunity presented itself.
It's not a personal loss, as it is for the family, but a general sadness at the loss of a skilled man of letters.
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