“Seriousness is stupidity sent to college.” – P.J. O’Rourke
Out my window this morning are trees shedding snow. In Bedford we are three inches deep but it is already starting to warm. Today will be in the mid 40’s. The trees will shake the snow the way a dog shakes the rain.
You get to a point where you start asking, “How many Christmases do I have left?” I am not there yet, but I can see it coming.
The years bring sore knees. But they also round off the edges, and that is for the better. As the knees creak, as the trees creak, as the edges round off, a few things become clear. Dogs are people on a higher plane. By the time all cars are electric they won’t be called cars. And petty political arguments are about the dumbest thing on earth, especially when they spill over.
I always loved P.J. O’Rourke for his clothes. We dress alike. I am sad that he is gone, more than anyone else in the public eye, I always thought P.J. O’Rourke was my fashion spirit animal. Almost always with the ocbd, sometimes an unbuttoned top collar, sometimes facial hair, sometimes hair too long, sometimes sneakers with his tie.
P.J. O’Rourke and I are apart politically, and it so makes no nevermind. I never voted based on what he wrote, and he never voted based on what I wrote. But I always thought it would have been a good thing had he run for office. He had a healthy skepticism, he was hilarious (writing funny is the hardest type of writing there is – you need so many other things to be funny than what pure writing can provide), and he was thought out.
Above all else, because he was funny and not dogmatic and took as many shots at his party as he did at mine, he would have been able to broker things.
I would have liked to have been friends with P.J. O’Rourke on a personal level. We did exchange some emails, but I never met him in person. Even in correspondence he was even tempered, always made points with humor, was able to laugh at alternative views made with humor as well, and was kind.
Rest in peace, Mr. O’Rourke.
“Always read something that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.” – P.J. O’Rourke