I received the news of George Carlin's death with great sadness. He has been my favorite comic since his days as Al Sleet, the Hippy Dippy Weatherman. To my mind, Carlin was the philosopher/poet for my generation.
I was particularly gratified recently to read that he had been awarded the Mark Twain Prize for social commentary. Isn't that just so appropriate?!
And so the Chronicler of the seconc half of the 20th Century has passed. He will be missed.
Party on, dear one.
What Seven Words can't you say in Heaven?