The Daily Goodbye
Good Monday morning, everyone.
Thanks to Hollywood, we're used to thinking of test pilots as daredevils. Lew Wallick sounds like anything but that. He was Boeing's chief test pilot and was pilot or co-pilot on the first flights of the Boeing 727, 737, 747SP, 757 and 767.
Terri Schiavo's father, Robert Schindler, who became a national symbol in a closely watched right-to-die fight by doggedly fighting for the right of his daughter to stay on a feeding tube while in a vegetative state, himself died of heart failure Saturday at a hospital in St. Petersburg. He was 71.
Edward Rondthaler, an accomplished typographer who championed phonetic spelling, was the subject of a lovely obit yesterday, noteworthy for anyone who enjoys word play.
You don't often hear of mob bosses, even those on trial like Gennaro "Jerry" Angiulo, serenading the jury with this ditty (to the tune of "I'm Just a Gigolo")
I'm just a racketeer, that's all I ever hear,
people know the game I'm playing.
When they lay me to rest, with a lily on my chest,
the gang will go on without me.
Um, no. Most of his mob predeceased him, and now, he's gone on to that big syndicate in the sky, or elsewhere. He died, a Boston columnist opined, of "old age and just plain meanness."
I've moved the "summer of obits" entry to another posting in PostMortem... check it out to see what you've missed if you've been away... and then tell us what we have missed.
Posted by: wiredog | August 31, 2009 10:56 AM | Report abuse
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