I was profoundly saddened, by not entirely surprised, by the news this morning of Tony Snow's death. I never met him, but I loved this man. I heard him first as a substitute for Rush Limbaugh and found him charming and affable. Then, when I could finally put a face with the voice, I thought hubba-hubba, this is why they call it Fox News. Grrrraaaaooooo.
But I felt a lot in common with him. He was a philosophy major from a small private liberal arts college, just like me. I recall the epic saga of his home renovation. I loved watching him on Sundays, choosing him over Tim Russert's Meet the Press. The final moments of the show, Tony's little time to give sermon, could become a nice book by themselves. I cheered when President Bush made him press secretary. I took perhaps too much delight when he put Helen Thomas in her place. I know there won't be the outpouring of gushing praise for him like happened with Russert's death. But I didn't cry for Russert. I do for Tony. Please read the graduation address he gave just over a year ago.
Rest in peace, Mr. Snow.
4 years ago