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By Steven Kalas George Carlin is dead. He was an icon of my youth, and a counted on companion throughout my adulthood. What did I count on him for? To tell the truth. To keep me honest. To remind me that I am small, ordinary, impermanent and ridiculous.
By Steven Kalas He's not in love anymore. When he says it, I think of Dorothy holding her scruffy dog and saying, "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto." He's dismayed. A little awed. Eyes wide. Unsure. But relieved. Ever so relieved.
- The parings of haberdine; also, any kind of fragments.