Fare Thee Well, Mr. Newman

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You taught us well, sir.


Thank you.

Comments

  1. LydiaSeptember 28, 2008 at 2:09 AM

    This one's hard to let go of. The day Redford passes I'll die a little inside.
    Thanks for your tribute. I just posted my tribute at my other blog, Clutterquake.

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 28, 2008 at 12:19 PM

    How time
    takes the superficial
    and leaves the essence.

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 29, 2008 at 6:49 AM

    I loved him so. I will miss him
    more than I can say.

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  4. La FraméricaineSeptember 29, 2008 at 4:30 PM

    When I was 14 in Boonville, OK in 1967, "Cool Hand Luke" was my favorite movie and I was a girl!!!

    Here's to trying not to do the expected and instead to do the transcendent with humor and grace.

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  5. SanOctober 1, 2008 at 7:35 PM

    A great one gone. But such a legacy!

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