Bob Novak’s gigantic black wings uncurled as Bob slithered down into his masters lap and whispered something into it’s ear before being slapped down into yet another abyss of pain and misunderstanding.
I’ll just re-post what I said at Sadly,No! because, well, it’s win:
I’ll give Novak a pass on the running the pedestrian over bit, only because just a few days later his brain tumor was discovered. Brain tumors can cause blackouts and all sorts of erratic behavoir. It’s ironic that in his case, the brain tumor merely loosened his inhibitions against doing the kind of stuff he always wanted to do anyway – such as run poor people down in the streets like dogs. That’s the bit where I won’t give him a pass.
I believe Julia child said: ‘You can peel a sole but you can’t peel a flounder’. Words to live by. Also: ‘America has no true sole’.
Not sure about the spelling.
Anyway, Bob was a real American. Completely without sole.
I’m just surprised the obits I’ve read omitted his early career as Shirley Temple’s love interest in Candy Cane Dreams and other delightful entertainments. He had a smile that could make the blind see again.