Goodness, you folks do nice elegy. I loved the Reader’s Digest and never understood the snob compulsion to make light of it. The logic seemed to be, if it can’t be War and Peace then please, peasant, just sit still and don’t read nuthin’. But RD never pretended to be anything more than what it was, which was a reader’s digest, just like it said on the cover.

Speaking of the message on the cover, the dearly departed sure sported a humdinger. When your name is a good definition of ‘truth’ –that is, something both frank and divine –and then you have managed to live up to it and have made it fitting, well that’s to have been a whole lot more than just not all that hard to shave.

Walt, the muse never leaves your side –clearly she finds you interesting! or at least your mind anyway, which is almost as good. May i add to your most edifying peroration on time and life, that, while time does fly like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana.