Yeah Don Cherry, I'm fucking aware. Cunt.

You're such a bitter young man.

University of Kentucky basketball star Melvin Turpin has committed suicide. He was 49.

Ginn confirmed the suicide, but he would not say how Turpin took his life or whether he left a note.

The coroner said Turpin lived at the home with his wife, who was away for medical treatment.

Lexington police spokeswoman Sherelle Roberts said police responded to a personal injury report at Turpin's home at 337 Princess Arch Lane in the Masterson Station subdivision.

Neighbors gathered outside Turpin's home Thursday evening.

Reached by telephone Thursday, Joe B. Hall, who coached Turpin from 1981 to 1985, said he ran into Turpin three weeks ago at a pancake restaurant.

"He was outgoing and feeling great and looking great; he was his jovial self," Hall recalled. "It's hard for me to realize that this has happened. We loved each other. He was one of my boys. It hurts very deeply to hear this. He was a young man that everyone liked and everyone liked being around."

Hall said Turpin had been working as a security guard and "seemed to enjoy his work."

Ginn said Turpin was employed by UK on the security staff at the hospital.

Turpin, a Lexington native, was an all-state player at Bryan Station High School. The big man played a year at Fork Union prep school in Virginia before heading to UK, where he played center from 1980-81 to 1983-84. Turpin was drafted sixth in the 1984 NBA Draft by the Washington Bullets.

Turpin's son, Kiel, was a freshman basketball player last season at Lincoln College (Ill.). The 7-footer helped lead Lincoln to a junior-college Division II championship and received interest from several major college programs, including Kentucky. He wanted to join a Division I school before this coming season but has not yet picked a school.

NEW YORK – Bob Sheppard, whose elegant introductions of stars from Joe DiMaggio to Derek Jeter at Yankee Stadium for more than a half century earned him the nickname "The Voice of God," died Sunday. He was 99.

The revered public address announcer died at his Long Island home in Baldwin with his wife, Mary, at his side, the Yankees said.

Sheppard started with the Yankees in 1951 and he last worked at Yankee Stadium late in the 2007 season, when he became ill with a bronchial infection. He recorded a greeting to fans that was played at the original ballpark's final game on Sept. 21, 2008, and his audio recording still is used to introduce Jeter before each at-bat at home by the Yankees captain.

When the team moved into new Yankee Stadium last year, it honored him by naming the media dining room after him.

While Sheppard didn't like to give his age, a former Yankees official confirmed in 2006 that Sheppard was born Oct. 20, 1910.

The Yankees' lineup for Sheppard's first game on April 17, 1951, included DiMaggio, Mickey Mantle, Johnny Mize, Yogi Berra, and Phil Rizzuto. And the opponents that day, the Boston Red Sox, were led by Ted Williams.

Sheppard became as much as a fixture in the Bronx ballpark as the familiar white stadium facade or Monument Park, tucked behind the blue outfield wall.

On May 7, 2000, after 50 years and two weeks on the job, the team honored him with "Bob Sheppard Day" and put a plaque in his honor in Monument Park. Fans gave Sheppard a standing ovation, and legendary news anchor Walter Cronkite read the inscription. Berra, Reggie Jackson and Don Larsen were among those who stood on the field during the ceremonies.

"The voice of Yankee Stadium," read the plaque. "For half a century, he has welcomed generations of fans with his trademark greeting, 'Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Yankee Stadium.'"

He also served as the stadium voice of the NFL's New York Giants from 1956-05, and for men's basketball and football at St. John's University, where he taught, for Army football and the Cosmos soccer team. He also announced for the American Football League's New York Titans at the Polo Grounds and the World Football League's New York Stars at Downing Stadium.

But baseball is what made him famous. Babe Ruth gave Yankee Stadium its nickname, but Sheppard gave the ballpark its sound.

He announced at 62 World Series games and a pair of All-Star games, and introduced more than 70 Hall of Famers across his career. It was one of them, Jackson, who dubbed Sheppard "The Voice of God."

"A voice that you hear in your dreams, in your sleep," Braves third baseman Chipper Jones said Sunday. "Today's a sad day."

Sheppard's player introductions remained consistent throughout the decades, with Sheppard imbuing each name and number with a gravitas more in keeping with a coronation than a ballpark outing: "No. 7. Mickey Mantle. No. 7." Or even "No. 58. Dooley Womack. No. 58."

Unlike the shrill shills of later generations, Sheppard conducted himself with an understated and dignified delivery. He employed perfect diction, befitting a man who considered his real job teaching speech at St. John's. He graduated from the school in 1932 and later worked there for more than 25 years.

"A P.A. announcer is not a cheerleader, or a circus barker, or a hometown screecher," the epitome of the old-school style once said. "He's a reporter."

Sheppard's favorite Yankee Stadium moment was Larsen's perfect game in the 1956 World Series, but his dulcet tones defined New York sports for the second half of the 20th century and beyond. He also was the stadium announcer for the "greatest football game ever played," the Baltimore Colts' 23-17 sudden-death victory over the Giants in 1958.

He was on hand when Roger Maris hit home run No. 61, when Jackson hit three homers in a single World Series game, when the Giants finally reached the Super Bowl. He never missed an opening day at Yankee Stadium from 1951 until a hip injury sidelined him in 2006.

Sheppard, who followed the Giants across the Hudson River when they moved to New Jersey, received a ring after the team won its first Super Bowl in the 1986 season; it complemented his Yankees' World Series jewelry. His football calls covered the Giants from Frank Gifford through Tiki Barber.

While few might have recognized Sheppard in person, his voice was unmistakable. Once, while ordering a Scotch and soda at a bar, Sheppard watched as heads turned his way. He often read at Mass, and was subsequently greeted by parishioners noting he sounded exactly like the announcer at Yankee Stadium.

"I am," he would reply.

At his Yankees debut, the first name Sheppard announced was DiMaggio — Dom DiMaggio, the center fielder for the Red Sox. The Yankees' lineup included five Hall of Famers: Mantle, Joe DiMaggio, Berra, Mize and Rizzuto; the Sox had three more, Williams, Bobby Doerr and Lou Boudreau.

His favorite names to announce, in order, have been Mantle, Shigetoshi Hasegawa, Salome Barojas, Jose Valdivielso and Alvaro Espinoza. He preferred the names of Latin players.

"Anglo-Saxon names are not very euphonious," he said. "What can I do with Steve Sax? What can I do with Mickey Klutts?"

But it wasn't the players who made Sheppard's work special.

"Mr. Sheppard could read Eminem lyrics and make them sound like the Magna Carta," Clybe Haberman wrote in The New York Times five years ago.

While he didn't like to reveal his age, it could be pinpointed because he was the quarterback of St. John's football team from 1928-31. The left-hander was a first baseman for the university in the springtime.

Sheppard began his announcing career at an exhibition football game, which led to a job with the long defunct Brooklyn Dodgers of the All-American Conference in 1947. When they folded a year later, he was hired by the football New York Yankees, who played at Yankee Stadium.

Management with the baseball Yankees liked his approach, and Sheppard was on board for opening day in 1951.

Even the players treated Sheppard with a degree of reverence. Mantle once said that every time Sheppard introduced him, he felt goose bumps. "Mickey, so did I," Sheppard responded quietly.

Sheppard, while proud of his work with the Yankees, also was known for his speaking as a church lector. He taught priests how to give sermons.

"I electrified the seminary by saying seven minutes is long enough on a Sunday morning. Seven minutes. But I don't think they listened to me," he told The Associated Press in 2006. "The best-known speech in American history is the Gettysburg Address, and it's about four minutes long. Isn't that something?"

He said one of his most challenging tasks as a teacher was when Jackson needed help with his Hall of Fame induction speech in 1993. Jackson planned to speak for 40 minutes, and Sheppard implored him to cut.

"Too much you," Jackson said slowly, mimicking Sheppard's voice.

When Sheppard missed the 1997 division series, ending his streak of 121 consecutive postseason games worked at Yankee Stadium, he was replaced by Jim Hall, his longtime sub. Paul Olden took over when the Yankees moved to the new ballpark in 2009.

In addition to his wife, Sheppard is survived by sons Paul and Christopher, daughters Barbara and Mary, four grandchildren and at least nine great-grandchildren.

A wake will be held Tuesday and Wednesday, with the funeral Thursday in Baldwin.

CLEVELAND HEIGHTS, Ohio -- Harvey Pekar's life was not an open book. It was an open comic book.

Pekar chronicled his life and times in the acclaimed autobiographical comic book series, "American Splendor," portraying himself as a rumpled, depressed, obsessive-compulsive "flunky file clerk" engaged in a constant battle with loneliness and anxiety.

Pekar, 70, was found dead shortly before 1 a.m. today by his wife, Joyce Brabner, in their Cleveland Heights home, said Powell Caesar, spokesman for Cuyahoga County Coroner Frank Miller. An autopsy will be conducted to determine the cause of death. Pekar and his wife, Joyce Brabner, wrote "Our Cancer Year," a book-length comic, after Pekar was diagnosed with lymphatic cancer in 1990 and underwent a grueling treatment.

"American Splendor" carried the subtitle, "From Off the Streets of Cleveland," and just like Superman, the other comic-book hero born in Cleveland, Pekar wore something of a disguise. He never stepped into a phone booth to change, but underneath his persona of aggravated, disaffected file clerk, he was an erudite book and jazz critic, and a writer of short stories that many observers compared to Chekhov, despite their comic-book form.

Unlike the superheroes who ordinarily inhabit the pages of comic books, Pekar could not leap tall buildings in a single bound, nor move faster than a speeding bullet. Yet his comics suggested a different sort of heroism: The working-class, everyman heroics of simply making it through another day, with soul -- if not dignity -- intact.

"American Splendor" had its roots in Pekar's friendship with R. Crumb, the seminal underground comic-book artist, whom he met in 1962 when Crumb was working for American Greetings in Cleveland. At the time, Crumb was just beginning to explore the possibilities of comics, which would later lead to such groundbreaking work as "Mr. Natural" and "Fritz the Cat."

When Pekar, inspired by Crumb's work, wrote his nascent strip in 1972, Crumb illustrated it. Crumb also contributed to Pekar's first full-fledged books, which Pekar started publishing annually in 1976.

"He's the soul of Cleveland," Crumb told The Plain Dealer in 1994. "He's passionate and articulate. He's grim. He's Jewish. I appreciate the way he embraces all that darkness."

Yet the darkness came with a humorous silver lining. As Pekar said, "The humor of everyday life is way funnier than what the comedians do on TV. It's the stuff that happens right in front of your face when there's no routine and everything is unexpected. That's what I want to write about."

Pekar often complained that he made no money from his comics, but they did not go unappreciated. He won the American Book Award in 1987 for his first anthology of "American Splendor." He was a regular guest on "Late Night With David Letterman." He won a Peabody Award for his commentary on WKSU 89.7/FM. And in 2003, the film adaptation of his comics, also titled "American Splendor," won the Grand Jury Prize for dramatic films at the prestigious Sundance Film Festival.

Pekar reacted to the prize with his characteristic mordant wit.

"I'm always shook up and nervous and I've got the hospital record to prove it," he said that night. "I wake up every morning in a cold sweat, regardless of how well things went the day before. And put that I said that in a somewhat but not completely tongue-in-cheek way."

Pekar was born Oct. 8, 1939, to Saul and Dora Pekar, who had emigrated from Bialystok, Poland. His father, a Talmudic scholar, owned a small grocery store on Kinsman Avenue, and the family -- who included Harvey's younger brother, Allen, a chemist -- lived above the store.

He graduated from Shaker Heights High School in 1957, and went on to Case Western Reserve University, dropping out after a year when the pressure of required math classes proved too much to bear. He served in the Navy, then returned to Cleveland and a series of menial jobs before landing at the Veteran's Administration Hospital in Cleveland as a file clerk, a job he would hold until he retired in 2001.

He was married three times, the last time to Brabner, whom he met in 1983 when she wrote to him asking for an issue of "American Splendor." They were married on their third date, and a comic book naturally followed. "American Splendor No. 10" was subtitled, "Harvey's Latest Crapshoot: His Third Marriage to a Sweetie from Delaware and How His Substandard Dishwashing Strains Their Relationship."

They became legal guardians of Danielle Batone when she was 9 years old, in 1998, "raising her as our own," Pekar said.

After he retired from the VA hospital, Pekar continued to write jazz reviews and "American Splendor," garnering the accolades of his peers and critics.

In 1989, the New York Times Book Review said, "Mr. Pekar's work has been compared by literary critics to Chekhov's and Dostoevski's, and it's easy to see why."

The filmmaker David O. Russell ("Three Kings"), who was on the Sundance jury that awarded "American Splendor" the grand prize, said, "It's really great for people to see someone like Harvey Pekar, this guy who wants to remain authentic, isn't going to buy [garbage], isn't going to the malls, keeps on collecting old jazz music that's important -- that kind of independence."

R. Crumb said Pekar's work examined the minutia of everyday life, material "so staggeringly mundane it verges on the exotic."

Pekar himself summed it up as revealing "a series of day-after-day activities that have more influence on a person than any spectacular or traumatic events. It's the 99 percent of life that nobody ever writes about."

Another sad day in Cleveland.

Was he the comic book artist who was featured in the Cleveland installment of "No Reservations?"

He was a comic book writer who was featured on that show.

http://lmgtfy.com/?q=harvey+pekar+no+reservations

So long, Tuli, you dirty hippy.

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George Stienbrenner has died.

How ironic that the Yankees PA announcer & George Steinbrenner died within days of each other.

How is it ironic? It's more of a coincidence.

everything I know about irony, I learned from Allanis Morisette

This will sound "ironic" coming from such a captious little language and diction policeman like myself, but this stubborn insistence that "irony is not a simple coincidence" is a losing battle, IMO. It's simply common usage by now to refer to something as "ironic" when it is marked by notable coincidence or a striking juxtaposition of events. Any modern dictionary worth its salt will include a secondary definition along these lines (even though they may allow, as Websters New World College 4th does that it's "regarded by many as a loose usage").

Because Bob Sheppard had been secretly honing Steinbrenner's loudspeaker obit for years.

And now he can't give it!

Well I'm not willing to give in just like that. Irony is a rhetorical trope of primal importance. To conflate it with a mere 'striking juxtaposition of events' is to lose too much.

Irregardless, it will continue to be used in that manner.

Not if I have anything to do with it!

Did you use the word 'Irregardless' on purpose?

you're a broken record.

actually, what you really mean is that he is a scratched record. A record that is broken, likely wouldn't play at all or would stop completely,but a scratched record might continue to repeat the same fragment over and over again.

well-played, El Corazon.

He was a Damn Dirty Beat, not a Dirty Hippy.

You would know the difference, you dirty beachcomber.

You're my kind of guy.

Fixed.

Hey Elco, how do you feel about the healthy/healthful question?

Healthy is a condition, Healthful is a property. People are healthy or unhealthy, food is healthful or unhealthful. I've been told that 'unhealthful' is a repugnant word that there is no reason to ever use no matter how correct it may be.

I could care less about this question, frankly.

I've made this point before, yes- I feel obliged to make it every time someone claims "ironic" can't mean coincidental when its obvious that dictionary editors conclude differently. You've also made the same crack about Morisettean irony more than once.

The SOMB is basically a loop of eternal recurrence.

Isn't that ironic?

Sir Charles Mackerras has died.

Sugar Minott went to see Jah over the weekend.

Sugar Minott, a popular Jamaican singer whose joyful, lilting voice bridged four decades of transformation in reggae music, died Saturday in Kingston, the nation’s capital. He was 54.

The cause has not yet been determined, but Mr. Minott recently suffered heart problems, his wife, Maxine Stowe, said.

After gaining recognition as a teenager for his harmony singing with Derrick Howard and Tony Tuff as the African Brothers, Mr. Minott (pronounced my-NOT) went on to a long career as a solo artist on record and in concerts around the world. Among his early hits were “Vanity” and “Mr. DC,” recorded for Studio One, Jamaica’s first black-owned recording studio and label.

“He mastered every reggae style and made significant contributions to each of them — from roots and message music into lover’s rock to the computerized techno music of the dancehall genre in the mid-’80s,” said Roger Steffens, a co-founder of the reggae magazine The Beat, which recently ceased publication after 28 years.

From the days of Bob Marley, who died in 1981, reggae has evolved from its Rastafarian message of peace, love and justice to a style called lover’s rock and the more stripped-down dancehall style, characterized by digital rhythm tracks and harsher vocals. The rappers, or toasters, who came to dominate dancehall “turned the music into homophobic and misogynistic rants,” Mr. Steffens said. But Mr. Minott, an early practitioner of the form, shunned the harshness.

“Sugar brought his trademark sweetness and humor, even to what can be quite a violent genre,” said Vivien Goldman, the adjunct professor of reggae at the Clive Davis Department of Recorded Music at New York University. “Reggae has always been loved for its golden voices, and Sugar Minott ranked among the greatest.”

Ms. Goldman cited his 1984 hit “Buy Off the Bar” as evidence of dancehall at its sweetest: an encouragement to forget the troubles of everyday life, buy drinks and keep the party going.

Mr. Minott’s biggest hit was a cover of the Jackson Five’s “Good Thing Going,“ which reached No. 4 in the British singles chart in March 1981. But the recordings that made him famous, Ms. Goldman said, came in 1979: “Hard Time Pressure,” bemoaning the plight of the poor, and “Ghetto-Ology,” about starvation and mass brutality, in which he sang, “I got an A in starvation, I pass my grades in sufferation.”

“One of the outstanding aspects of Sugar Minott was his commitment to poor youth,” Ms. Goldman said, pointing out that he started a label, Black Roots, that featured young artists from the deprived downtown areas of Kingston. Among those who became popular were Garnet Silk, Tony Rebel, Tenor Saw and Johnny Osbourne.

In recent years Mr. Minott recorded with the Easy Star All-Stars, singing “Exit Music (for a Film)“ on their album “Radiodread” (2006), a reggae interpretation of the Radiohead album “OK Computer,” and “When I’m Sixty-Four” on Easy Star’s “Lonely Hearts Dub Band” (2009), which took a similar approach to the Beatles’ “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” and reached No. 1 on the Billboard reggae chart.

Lincoln Barrington Minott was born in Kingston on May 25, 1956, one of eight children of Austin and Lucille Minott. He attended a trade school, where he learned how to install shelves, then worked with friends who built sound systems. That led to the formation of the African Brothers and his work with Studio One, which had been founded by Coxsone Dodd.

In 1993, Mr. Minott married Mr. Dodd’s niece, Ms. Stowe. Besides his wife, he is survived by his mother, three sisters, four brothers and 14 children. Ten of his children, Ms. Stowe said, came from two previous relationships.

An animated entertainer, Mr. Minott roamed the stage to reggae’s pulsating, off-beat rhythms, acting out the roles in his songs, dancing. But another “uniquely striking” feature encapsulated his exuberance, Mr. Steffens said: “a hugely gap-toothed smile that you could drive a minibus through.”

Another piece of my childhood goes to the Grave: Speed Racer, dead at 83. Peter Fernandez, voice of Speed and his brother Rex/Racer X, as well as Dubbing Vocal Director for the series, writer of the English lyrics for the theme song, and dialog writer for "Speed Racer," "Astroboy," & "Gigantor."

Pius Njawe: Cameroon's voice of press freedom

Peter Preston
The Observer, Sunday 18 July 2010

Pius Njawe was big and jolly and arrested 126 times. He was also what press freedom is all about. Njawe started Cameroon's first independent newspaper, Le Messager, when he was 22. He went to prison three times – and once into exile – in order to keep its freedom flag flying. Ask him how he survived it all, and he'd shrug and joke. He was at war with the pygmies of repression. It just had to be done.

He died last week in Virginia, visiting Cameroon exiles, when a lorry ploughed into his car. He was 54. "No one can silence me except the Lord," he told an International Press Institute interviewer recently, and perhaps even that was a kind of black joke. He's a legend in every battling African newsroom, showing what sheer, dogged courage could achieve. Nothing can stop that living on.

HA HA! I finally beat Tony to one:


Fred Carter, Jr., Famed Musician, Dies at 76

Fred Carter, Jr., the Nashville-based musician whose distinctive guitar was heard on recordings by several of the most influential and popular country and pop artists of all time, died Saturday, July 17. He was 76 years old. The father of country singer Deana Carter, he was also the inspiration for her 2007 album, 'The Chain,' featuring her covers of songs on which he played guitar for the original version.

Among the most well-known songs on which he can be heard are Marty Robbins' 'El Paso,' Bob Dylan's 'Lay Lady Lay' and Simon and Garfunkel's 'The Boxer.' He also worked with rockers Roy Orbison, Ronnie Hawkins and Dale Hawkins, and also with pop star Conway Twitty before Conway made the move to country music.

Carter also played with the legendary rock group the Band for a time and produced albums for that group's Levon Helm. In 1984, Reba McEntire recorded 'I Want to Hear It From You,' written by Carter.

"He had an idea about the overall picture that a song paints," his son Jeff Carter tells Nashville's WSMV-TV (quote via CMT), "not just on his instrument but all the instruments together, the song itself, the artists and the sound of a particular studio. He really had an overall awareness of what it took to make a hit."

"He had a studio called Nugget Records in Nashville for a long time," Deana said in 2007, "and that's kind of where we hung out most of my childhood, where most of these people were in and out. He ran ABC Records in Nashville for a little while back in the day. He's worn a lot of hats."

Visitation will be Tuesday (July 20) at Woodlawn Roesch Patton Funeral Home on Thompson Lane in Nashville.

(What a resume!)

http://www.theboot.com/2010/07/19/fred-car...rter-jr-dead%2F

I always knew there was a connection between Astroboy and Speed Racer. Thank you, WSNS, Channel 44.

'Major League' actor James Gammon dies at 70

Gruff-voiced character actor James Gammon, perhaps best known as Cleveland Indians manager Lou Brown in the 1989 big-screen comedy Major League, died Friday in Costa Mesa, Calif., after a battle with cancer, the Los Angeles Times reports. He was 70 years old. The Illinois native boasted a lengthy Hollywood resume, with film credits including Urban Cowboy, The Milagro Beanfield War, Ironweed, Silverado, Major League II, and Cold Mountain. He played the father of Don Johnson’s character on Nash Bridges from 1996 to 2001, and guest-starred on TV shows such as Gunsmoke, The Waltons, Charlie’s Angels, Homefront, and Grey’s Anatomy. Gammon also made his mark on the stage, starring in a host of Sam Shepard plays and co-founding the MET Theater in Los Angeles; he earned a Tony nomination for his role in a 1996 Broadway production of Shepard’s Buried Child.

Actor Carl Gordon died Tuesday morning at the age of 78. He was battling non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma.

He may be most remembered for his role as Andrew Emerson on the 1990's Fox show "Roc."

He also served on the board of Building the Fire Within, a local non-profit that helps women released from prison, according to his wife, Jacqueline.

The family is holding a private memorial service at a later date.

Gordon was a native of Goochland County, received his degree from Brooklyn College, in New York City. He has a very extensive acting career. A student of Gene Frankel Theatre Workshop 1965-69, performed in theatres, off Broadway plays, films and television.

His career in Theatre Broadway appearances include: Pulitzer Prize winning play "The Piano Lesson", Ma Rainey's Black Bottom, Ain't Supposed to Die a Natural Death, The Great White Hope.

BOSTON – Ralph Houk, who managed the powerhouse Yankees teams of the early 1960s to two World Series championships, died Wednesday. He was 90.

Red Sox spokesman Dick Bresciani said Houk's grandson, Scott Slaboden, told the team Houk died at his home in Winter Haven, Fla.

Slaboden, who lives in the Boston area, told the team in an e-mail that Houk "died peacefully of natural causes after having a brief illness."

Houk spent parts of eight seasons as a backup catcher for the New York Yankees, appearing in just 91 games.

"People forget that before he was a manager, he was a war hero and he was a catcher for a lot of years," Tigers radio analyst Jim Price said. "He was a great guy, I knew him very well, and everyone that played for him loved him."

He made his mark as a manager, managing 3,157 games and winning 1,619 over 20 seasons with the Yankees, Detroit Tigers and Red Sox.

His best seasons as a manager were his first three. He took over the New Yankees in 1961 and behind Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris the team won 109 game and a World Series championship.

The Yankees repeated as champions in 1962 and won the AL pennant in 1963, but were swept by the Los Angeles Dodgers in the World Series.

Houk moved into the front office after that series, becoming Yankees general manager in 1964 and '65.

He returned to managing the Yankees in 1966 and held the job until 1973, but he only had four more winning seasons and never finished better than second place.

He moved on to the Tigers in 1974 and was their manager until 1978, but the team's only winning season under Houk came in his last season.

He managed the Red Sox from 1981-84 and retired with a winning percentage of .514 overall

Parental two-fer...

Reiner Bradley, father of former NBA basketball player and current political candidate Shawn Bradley, died Wednesday in an accident at his Castle Dale home.

Reiner Bradley, 61, apparently fell 15 feet off the roof of his home while applying caulk to a rain gutter, according to the Emery County Sheriff's Office.

He was "finishing up some items on his to-do list" before going to the Price pediatric clinic where he worked as a physician's assistant, Shawn Bradley told the Deseret News.

Co-workers began looking for Reiner Bradley when he didn't come to work. Police believe he died instantly.

As a medical worker, Reiner Bradley had spent every other month for the past 10 years working in Kazakhstan.

Shawn Bradley called his father's death a "great loss."

"Of course I'm biased, but there was no more gentler or kinder man," he said. "We loved him dearly."

Reiner Bradley is survived by his wife Teresa, as well as four children and 16 great-grandchildren.

Plans for a funeral are pending, Shawn Bradley said.

Shawn Bradley began his basketball career at Brigham Young University before going on to play in the NBA. He is running as the Republican candidate to unseat Democratic state Rep. Tim Cosgrove in the Utah's 44th District.


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Ann Perry (Sager) MacFarlane died on Friday evening, July 16, 2010 after a protracted fight with cancer. She passed away quietly in her home in Ventura, California with family around her. Perry, as she was known, leaves behind a vast legacy of friends and admirers from around the country. She was 63 years old.

Perry was born on June 17, 1947 in Newburyport, Massachusetts, the third and final child of Arthur and Berta (Rogers) Sager, who were both longtime teachers at Governor Dummer Academy (now known as The Governor's Academy) in Byfield, MA. She grew up as a "faculty brat" at Governor Dummer where she established the first of many communities of friends. Perry's mother, a Christian Scientist, died of breast cancer when Perry was 17. By that time her family had moved on from Governor Dummer and was living in Topsfield, MA, where Perry was among the first graduating classes of Masconomet High School.

Next, Perry graduated from Lasell College, in Ashburnham, MA with a degree in Early Childhood Education. She lived and worked in and around Boston, MA for a while before meeting and marrying Ronald M. MacFarlane, also of Newburyport, in 1970. The couple moved to Kent, Connecticut in 1972 where they lived, worked and raised a family over the next 27 years. While in Kent, Perry worked first in the Admissions Office at South Kent School and then in the College Guidance and Admissions Offices at Kent School. She also gave birth to her two children in Kent, Seth Woodbury MacFarlane in 1973 (later the creator of Fox TV's Family Guy, American Dad! and The Cleveland Show) and Rachael Ann (MacFarlane) Laudiero in 1976 (later a primary voice actress on Fox TV's American Dad!).
In 1999, Perry and Ron moved to Ojai, California where Perry continued her outstanding work in independent school administration as an Admissions Officer at the Ojai Valley School. Perry formally retired from the school in June, 2009.

Throughout her adult life, Perry traveled extensively in the United States for the independent schools she represented. She and her husband Ron also traveled widely across Europe and the U.S. over those years.

In addition to being skilled in raising house and garden plants, loving to read and write, and cultivating deep friendships wherever she lived, Perry was an inveterate animal lover. Over the course of her life, she raised and adored all manner of both wild and domestic animals. The cremated remains of beloved pets populated her living space to the end.

Perry had a spirit and energy that buoyed both loved ones and strangers alike. To be in her presence was what many said to be the equivalent of a B12 shot. Her vivacious personality was infectious, and she loved life and shoes and handbags too much to be taken so young.

Perry leaves behind her children and husband, one granddaughter, a sister who resides in Maine and numerous cousins, nieces and nephews. In lieu of flowers, Perry's family urges friends and relatives to make their donations to the Humane Society or ASPCA in her name.

July 23, 2010, 1:25 pm
Daniel Schorr, Journalist, Enemy Of Nixon and His Own Bosses, Dies at 93
By THE EDITORS

Robert D. Hersey Jr. has the Times obituary:

Daniel Schorr, whose aggressive reporting over 70 years as a respected broadcast and print journalist brought him into conflict with censors, the Nixon administration and network superiors, died Friday in Washington. He was 93.

His death was announced by National Public Radio, where he had been a commentator for two decades.

Mr. Schorr, a protégé of Edward R. Murrow at CBS News, initially made his mark at CBS as a foreign correspondent, most notably in the Soviet Union. He opened the network’s Moscow bureau in 1955 and became well enough acquainted with the Soviet leader Nikita S. Khrushchev — whom he called “the most fascinating person I ever met” — to secure for “Face the Nation” the first television interview for which Khrushchev ever sat. (He had never even done one for Soviet television.) At the end of 1957 Mr. Schorr went home for the holidays and was denied readmission to the Soviet Union.

His 23-year career at CBS was cut short in 1976 when, in what Mr. Schorr later called “the most tumultuous experience of my career,” he obtained a copy of a suppressed House of Representatives committee report on highly dubious activities by the Central Intelligence Agency.

He showed a draft on television and discussed its contents, but when neither of CBS’s book subsidiaries was willing to publish the document, produced by the House Select Committee on Intelligence under Otis G. Pike, a New York Democrat, Mr. Schorr provided it — anonymously, he vainly hoped — to The Village Voice.

This led to threats requiring police protection, to investigations by the Federal Bureau of Investigation and Congress, and to Mr. Schorr’s being relieved of reporting duty. Although editorial and public opinion subsequently swung in his favor and Mr. Schorr, who came to be seen as a beleaguered reporter defending a principle, became a popular speaker on the lecture circuit, what he called his “love-hate affair” with CBS News was ended.

Read the full obituary here.

One of the great liberal voices of the media with a voice that made him instantly recognizable.

well that ruined my afternoon

Yeah, I'm not big on hero worship but I worshiped Schorr. Quite literally the end of an era.

Schorr will be missed. The completely content-free throwaway editorial pieces he's been phoning in for NPR for the last ten years will not.

Shut the fuck up, Darkbloom.

He guest-lectured my political journalism class around the time he got hired @ Cal. Pretty cool.

What about Andy Rooney and Mike Wallace?

What about them?