An honored journalist for forty-six years, then passing away one week after retiring
What was it like? Putting things in their proper order and rolling towards the lamp to put out the light?
Morley Safer made it seem so predetermined, so inevitably controllable that eternal peace must be his forever now.
What a wonderful life and career he carved for himself! His obsession with Earnest Hemingway cannot now be casually dismissed. Did his health decline so rapidly in those last weeks or was that a cover experience? What did he know that he so ingeniously choreographed? It seems too neat for real life.
I salute him as one who lived and went out with style, having lived the fullest life possible. I have a feeling, however, that relevant circumstances will ultimately reveal themselves and light will be shed, not to disparage but rather to trumpet the way he chose to close the door.
His kind of class is not so easy to extinguish.
But, oh, to have been a fly on that wall.