We are surrounded by remarkable people, and we don't know it. They're just people getting in our way when we want to get across the bridge, or get down the supermarket aisle, or when we're in a rush to get to a bank teller and do our business.
Jon Carroll, on why obituaries may be too little, too late. Or maybe on paying attention. Or maybe an elegy of sorts. Or maybe it's something else.
Another keeper: "I read his obituary, and I thought that somehow I had not kept my end of the bargain."
A column I need to ponder for a while.