Even the mightiest fall, eventually

Studs Terkel died today.  He was 96.

That would be a great enough accomplishment all by itself. But Terkel's power of obeservation, combined with his peerless command of language made him one of the mightiest.

I came to know him late in his life. In 1992, I was taking a theatre class in college, and the instructor loved Terkel. I, too, came to love him. As if that wasn't good enough, he was a regular on one of my most favorite public radio shows, A Prarie Home Companion.

Studs Terkel was one of the good guys. A liberal for whom even conservatives had a great deal of respect. How could you not?

I am sad, but I know Studs wouldn't want it that way.