I wasn’t sad about the passing of Rush Limbaugh. Those who followed him, either on the air or from a distance, including a repulsed distance, knew it was coming. Stage 4 cancer has a way of doing that.
Instead, when I heard the news, my first thought was, “God, I hope people don’t go down that road…” But they did. You didn’t have to look far on social media to find it, the “good riddance, rot in hell” kind of road. Such vituperative denunciations are far more sorrowful than his death.
And please, don’t pretend for a minute the same…
A baseball anniversary recalls a childhood friendship
October 2019 — Fifty years ago, the New York Mets shocked the sports world, winning the World Series to become baseball’s champs. I was there that day, for that fifth game. In fact, I was at some of the most memorable games of what would become a Miracle Mets season, something you wouldn’t have expected from the lone Yankees fan in a neighborhood full of Mets devotees.
But this is about more than the Mets, me, or my neighborhood. …
Bruce is a longtime radio broadcaster and commentator whose works have appeared in McClatchy, Gatehouse Media and other properties.