If you have not heard by now, we lost one of the comedic greats yesterday. In a huge middle finger to my childhood and funny bone, Harold Ramis has passed away. In one final, childishly funny gesture, he was 69.
Ashley Aldworth, the step-daughter to one of my best friends, was killed in a single vehicle accident early Sunday morning. She apparently fell asleep at the wheel. Ashley was 25 years old.
Ashley’s step-father Dominic works with me, and I’ve known him for thirteen years. When I was promoted, Dom trained me and took me under his wing. He is also the same Dominic that appears in the Acknowledgments section of Only Son. He and his wife Donna are terrific people who’ve raised terrific daughters.
Ashley was a beautiful, outgoing, fun-loving girl who would do anything for a friend. There is no doubt people like her shouldn’t leave us so soon. However, we should take comfort in the fact that so many people had their lives affected – for the better – by her presence.
Some say that the ultimate tragedy is when a parent outlives his/her child. As a father of four, I wholeheartedly agree with that sentiment.
Rest in peace, Ashley. Godspeed.
Former Penn State football coach Joe Paterno has died. He died from complications from lung cancer today.
In keeping with my policy of deriding hypocrisy, I will not comment on Paterno, his legacy or his death, other than to say that it’s a shame it wasn’t Jerry Sandusky.
Former Penn State head football coach Joe Paterno died Saturday night from lung cancer, Onward State, the student-run university website, reports.
The winningest major college football coach of all time, Paterno was diagnosed shortly after Penn State’s Board of Trustees ousted him Nov. 9 in the aftermath of the child sex abuse charges against former assistant Jerry Sandusky. Paterno’s been getting treatment since, and his health problems were worsened when he broke his pelvis — an injury that first cropped up when he was accidentally hit in preseason practice last year.
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If you have a moment, could you please send up a prayer or three for Dr. Evil? He suffered an undisclosed injury yesterday at work, but it was serious enough that he will need surgery – as early as today.
Dr. Evil is family, so if you can ask the Man Upstairs to order a prayer strike, I would greatly appreciate it. – Wyatt
Happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there. Sure, we get the short end of the stick at times. Sure, no star athlete ever says, “Hi, Dad!” when they’re on camera. But hey, we knew the risks when we took the job.
Now don’t get me wrong; I don’t consider myself a SuperDad – the missus does most of the work here – but I do my best for my kids. Of course, that will be little comfort when they write a tell-all book about the dad who blogged more often than he changed diapers.
Have a great day, guys! You’ve earned it.
“Don’t be alarmed,” he said. “You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid him. But go, tell his disciples and Peter, ‘He is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him, just as he told you’” – Mark 16
The world has lost one of the greats. Len Lesser was 88 years old.
Len Lesser, the veteran character actor best known for his scene-stealing role as Uncle Leo on “Seinfeld,” died Wednesday. Lesser’s family said in a statement that he died in Burbank, Calif., from cancer-related pneumonia.
“Heaven got a great comedian and actor today,” his daughter, Michele, said in the statement. “The outpouring of sympathy we’ve already received has been amazing and is so greatly appreciated. Thank you to all the people who helped make my father’s last journey special and surrounded with love.”
Godspeed, Mr. Lesser. You will be missed!
For me, 2010 was good, but not great. The good news was that the vasectomy took. It was a baby-free year! The bad news is that I am still crumbling like a slice of blue cheese. A sprained wrist, a broken foot, an alien lump in the back of my head, and the dreaded colonoscopy were some of the low-lights my body threw out there. You always hope for a better year to come along, and with that, I am sharing a few wishes for 2011.
1. An injury-free hockey season would be swell, since I haven’t had one since 2006. I’m getting tired of being called “Mr. Glass.”
2. Christina Hendricks’ restraining order expires in April, so I’m hoping she forgets to renew. Love ya, Christie!
3. Two words: Hot blog groupies.
Of course, none of these things will happen, so I should probably just defer my wishes to you. I sincerely hope you all have a happy, safe, and healthy 2011. Thank you for reading and supporting SYLG.
“For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.” – Luke 2:11-14
Remember the reason for the season. Have a terrific day and a belated Hanukkah to my Jewish readers!
One of the great talents of our time.
Leslie Nielsen, who traded in his dramatic persona for inspired bumbling as a hapless doctor in “Airplane!” and the accident-prone detective Frank Drebin in “The Naked Gun” comedies, died on Sunday in Fort Lauderdale, Fla. He was 84.
The Canadian-born actor died from complications from pneumonia at a hospital near his home at 5:34 p.m., surrounded by his wife, Barbaree, and friends, his agent John S. Kelly said in a statement.
Little known fact: Nielsen enlisted in the Royal Canadian Air Force in 1943 and trained as an aerial gunner, but was too young to be sent overseas.
Most people remember him from the Naked Gun films, but he was a talented dramatic actor, as well. He will be sorely missed.