Today, St. Louis said goodbye to Stan Musial. I don't even have words to describe what he meant to the Cardinals, to the people he played with and mentored, or even to the everyday fan.
I had to do my errands, and one of them was getting the oil changed. How much does it say about someone that the customers waiting for their cars to be serviced sat and sniffled at the TV for almost 3 hours through the mass, the eulogies, and the procession?
Bob Costas was one of the four people who spoke at the funeral. I'm hoping that you enjoy it as much as I did. You'll need tissues.
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neil armstrong - 1930-2012
I didn't sit down and turn on the computer or the TV or the radio until about 4 this afternoon (yes, I was even missing the game!) and 30 seconds later found out that Neil Armstrong had passed.
I really don't know what to think. I'm kind of numb.
I wasn't old enough to watch the Apollo 11 lunar landing - even a geeks have a babyhood, and since I was 16 months old at the time, I claim exemption - but I grew up with this guy as one of my heroes. Oh, I know I talk about the fictitional ones here on my blog, but for the most part they are just that - fictional. This guy did what only 12 others - *twelve* - have even done, and he was the first.
It's not like I actually got to meet him. He was a very private person, and understandably avoided public events. I don't blame him. He was more famous than the Pope.
I heard someone say, while I was flipping channels, that this was the end of the Age of Armstrong. When we go back to the Moon and beyond - and I seriously think that we should, and soon - and continue to explore our infinitesimally small corner of the universe, we should always carry his spirit of curiosity and courage. He was a man. A human. One of us.
But in the eyes of millions, he was a real superhero.
Rest in peace, Neil, and Godspeed.
Fin.
I really don't know what to think. I'm kind of numb.
I wasn't old enough to watch the Apollo 11 lunar landing - even a geeks have a babyhood, and since I was 16 months old at the time, I claim exemption - but I grew up with this guy as one of my heroes. Oh, I know I talk about the fictitional ones here on my blog, but for the most part they are just that - fictional. This guy did what only 12 others - *twelve* - have even done, and he was the first.
It's not like I actually got to meet him. He was a very private person, and understandably avoided public events. I don't blame him. He was more famous than the Pope.
I heard someone say, while I was flipping channels, that this was the end of the Age of Armstrong. When we go back to the Moon and beyond - and I seriously think that we should, and soon - and continue to explore our infinitesimally small corner of the universe, we should always carry his spirit of curiosity and courage. He was a man. A human. One of us.
But in the eyes of millions, he was a real superhero.
Rest in peace, Neil, and Godspeed.
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| NASA / AP |
Fin.
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