I just read about Charlie Reese’s retirement. His dignity and grace in his ultimate column is untypical of his profession today. Only two months ago the nation took time out to mourn the death of a courtier to the powerful, and what a time out it was. Three days of crocodile tears by smiling wallet lifters and bald-faced phonies whose absence on earth would not have been keenly felt even by their immediate family—the neocons. Glory to you, Charley Reese, and the great ones like H. L. Mencken are nodding in agreement in that great newsroom up above. Let this be a lesson on how a gentleman writer goes out.