As a lunatic who struggles to express his madness through words, one of my greatest frustrations has been my inability to write in a way that allows you, the reader, to “hear” the words the way I do in my head. You see, many of the thoughts that bring a big smile to my face, though original to me, actually play out in my mind in voices other than my own. While the difference is usually just a matter of accent or dialect, there are many many occasions where it actually plays out in the voice of a favored personality. And among those, the most common by far, is the voice of Andy Rooney.
Well Andy Rooney died last night at the ripe old age of 92, and to say that he lived those years to the fullest would one of the most monumental understatements of all time. But all his accomplishments aside, the thing that I liked the most about Andy was the very thing that got him painted as a “curmudgeon” – his simple desire to do his thing and be left alone. And while I’ve never been much of a believer in the whole “after life” thing, if there actually is one, I’m betting he’ll find himself just as pestered by fawning fans there as he was here. Regardless, Andy’s voice, living on in my head, is all but guaranteed!
Here’s what 60 Minutes posted this morning, as well as a video of his final commentary:
I want ice water.
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