God’s speed

If you work at newspapers long enough, you see all sorts of politicians pass through. Once upon a time, anyway.

One need not be a bitter cynic to conclude that most of them are not special people.

But I’ve always been glad that I got to see John Glenn in person. It was in 1984, I think. I didn’t say it, but I certainly thought “Hey, I watched you when I was in second grade. Well done, sir.”

The 50th anniversary of his historic flight is this coming Monday.