He blogged about his experiences. His message, to be posted in case of his death, is here. I didn’t know him. I didn’t read his blog. I only heard about this from a posting somewhere else. And yet, I was moved near to tears. Tempus fugit, memento mori.
Milton Friedman, nobel prize winner and champion of liberty, passed away this morning in San Francisco. His son David has a truly touching epitaph: Cattle die, kindred die,Every man is mortal:But the good name never diesOf one who has done well. Words to live by on our shuffle through this coil.
I was confronted by my own mortality this morning. I didn’t wreck my car or motorcycle, nor was I otherwise physically injured. I woke up, got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror. And there it was. Death was staring me in the face. He didn’t come as a tall …