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R.I.P. Shelby Foote, a true gentleman, an exquisite teller of tales, and a shining example of all that's right and decent in the South. He was also the cousin of Horton Foote, who wrote the magical screenplay for To Kill A Mockingbird. I discovered him, like many, when I watched Ken Burns' Civil War, and fell under the spell of his soft drawl, kind manner, and sharp intelligence.

Good people keep dying, while the ugly live on. Speaking of which, if you know what's good for you tonight you'll take a tip from me and eschew torturing yourselves in front of the TV waiting for Bush to give you a stroke, and instead spend the evening drinking fine Belgian beers and eating frites in a dark friendly bar. As I will be doing. Soon. Not soon enough.