A collection of lines from obituaries that enlarge our appreciation of the human spirit.
Showing posts with label Lebanon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lebanon. Show all posts
Friday, October 25, 2013
Martin Masters joins the passing parade
Following graduation, Masters worked for a series of newspapers, including the Hartford Courant, the Hartford Times, and the New York World-Telegram & Sun. He was also a contributor to the New York Times. He said he felt most at home in the city room of a newspaper, with the teletype machines and typewriters clickety-clacking away in the background.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Peter Worthington: The Life of a Reporter
I regret, too, the nuisance for them of a funeral which they may hope will be well attended, but which I know won’t be, because I tend to be a loner who treated most people decently, but who never encouraged intimacy.
My reservations are meaningless and will be ignored.
Pity I wasn’t a drinker, then everyone could feel superior and forgive a weakness.
(H/T: Peter Elikann)
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