By David Von DrehleWashington Post Staff Writer
Thursday, January 18, 2007; 2:58 PM
They say Art Buchwald is dead, but I have my doubts.
The last time Art was dying, months and months ago, he turned the hospice common room into a cavalcade of stars, from Ethel Kennedy to Donald Rumsfeld. Art basked in their adulation and gorged on the junk food they lovingly set before him. The man spent some of his best years in Paris, but his dying wish was McDonald's.
Eventually, he felt so much better that he relaunched his legendary newspaper column with tales of his near-death, and -- between columns and VIPs -- cranked out another book, number 30-something, called "Too Soon to Say Goodbye."
For most people, dying is a milestone. For Buchwald, it was fresh material.
But suppose for a moment that he really is dead this time. We've lost a great American Dreamer, the sort of self-invented, self-made success this country holds the patent on.
The last time Art was dying, months and months ago, he turned the hospice common room into a cavalcade of stars, from Ethel Kennedy to Donald Rumsfeld. Art basked in their adulation and gorged on the junk food they lovingly set before him. The man spent some of his best years in Paris, but his dying wish was McDonald's.
Eventually, he felt so much better that he relaunched his legendary newspaper column with tales of his near-death, and -- between columns and VIPs -- cranked out another book, number 30-something, called "Too Soon to Say Goodbye."
For most people, dying is a milestone. For Buchwald, it was fresh material.
But suppose for a moment that he really is dead this time. We've lost a great American Dreamer, the sort of self-invented, self-made success this country holds the patent on.
Goodbye..You will be sorely missed!
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