Roger Ebert, dead at 70.
I remember being in seventh grade and watching Sneak Previews with my family. My mom called Siskel and Ebert “the pompous ass and the fat little fool.” But none of us ever missed an episode. It was one of the few shows we all watched together. We loved that shit.
And what you say in your post is what he said and that’s one of the things that made him great. When surgery disfigured him, he didn’t give a shit and told people, This is how I look, so go ahead and take my picture. When he lost the ability to talk, he wrote. When he lost the ability to eat, he published a cookbook. I can only hope when it comes time for me, I will have one quarter of the cojones Mr. Ebert had.