(442) REMEMBERING ANDY ROONEY

At least some of you know that Andy Rooney died. I enjoyed him, and for years I thought of him as a member of the family. Many times I did not like what he had to say, but, even then, I thought his observations were thought-provoking. My favorite show was the one in which he talked about Veteran’s Day, the day we are supposed to remember our Veterans. Andy succinctly observed that a day to remember was unnecessary for him–every day he remembered his friends who were killed in the war. The ultimate sadness lies in the reality that, with the death of Andy Rooney, there is no one left to remember his friends. Thus, his friends died a second time. Before World War II, he was anti-war, however, when he got to Germany he changed his mind when he saw the horrors wrought on the world by the Nazis. He realized sometimes war was necessary.

It is hard to believe that Andy was 92. He seemed vital and clear-headed, an astute thinker, even at his advanced age. Another thought: I wonder how fast his life passed, viewing his life from his perspective?

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Ed McMahon, in one of his last interviews, noted that you get up every day, go to work, and sometime you look back and are amazed that 30 years have passed. I agree and ask about 40 years, where did they go?

In a Pink Floyd song, “Ten years have got behind you, no one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun . . .”

Life is short–have some fun.

Respectfully submitted,
Donald M. Heavrin,
Your servant of truth