The man, the legend, the swanky threads.
But, I must confess & beg His forgiveness. I have a motive with an ulterior mien.
This week with David Brinkley, I considered myself Lou Gehrig to be counted amongst those who received shiny new computing machines at work, complete with a widescreen monitor. Oh, you've never seen internets porn until, anyway, whilst reloading precious, precious files from a vast array of flash drives onto the fresh black box, lo & beholdest, one, one -- that loneliest of numbers -- out of hundreds of thousands, would not load.
Thou corrupt! & now I have to reconstruct a few pieces from their ancient origin deep in the recesses of the infamous 99-cent notebooks & if you've ever seen my handwriting, a blind man skilled only in a Finno-Ugric tongue would have a better chance deciphering a weathered Sanskrit text than I will my own doctorish gobbledygook.
Thus, let us pray.