TC, thank you a ton for this piece of writing. I lived in the Bay Area briefly from 1980-1984 (while chasing my now wife while she was at Stanford) and learned then of the details of the assassinations of Milk and Moscone. I have never thought that DiFi was nearly the progressive Democrat she was assumed to be, and this piece helps me fi…
TC, thank you a ton for this piece of writing. I lived in the Bay Area briefly from 1980-1984 (while chasing my now wife while she was at Stanford) and learned then of the details of the assassinations of Milk and Moscone. I have never thought that DiFi was nearly the progressive Democrat she was assumed to be, and this piece helps me fill in some huge gaps in my historical knowledge (I hate writing the word historical... but at this point, 40 years agone, it is.)
I also thank you for introducing me to the word "hagiography". I have attended a number of cop funerals, and I can guarantee you that there were a number of them whose eulogy was nowhere near what their lives meant. I guess "hagiography" in common translation could be "don't speak ill of the dead". That's fine, but don't lie about them either.
Dr. Samuel Johnson had a line that my all-time favorite sportswriter (and second all-time favorite writer, behind Russell Baker), Red Smith, loved: In lapidary inscriptions, man is not on oath. In other words, they won't say what an anal portal someone actually was.
That said, the most hilarious fictional eulogy I ever saw was for a cop on The Closer.
TC, thank you a ton for this piece of writing. I lived in the Bay Area briefly from 1980-1984 (while chasing my now wife while she was at Stanford) and learned then of the details of the assassinations of Milk and Moscone. I have never thought that DiFi was nearly the progressive Democrat she was assumed to be, and this piece helps me fill in some huge gaps in my historical knowledge (I hate writing the word historical... but at this point, 40 years agone, it is.)
I also thank you for introducing me to the word "hagiography". I have attended a number of cop funerals, and I can guarantee you that there were a number of them whose eulogy was nowhere near what their lives meant. I guess "hagiography" in common translation could be "don't speak ill of the dead". That's fine, but don't lie about them either.
Dr. Samuel Johnson had a line that my all-time favorite sportswriter (and second all-time favorite writer, behind Russell Baker), Red Smith, loved: In lapidary inscriptions, man is not on oath. In other words, they won't say what an anal portal someone actually was.
That said, the most hilarious fictional eulogy I ever saw was for a cop on The Closer.