Go with God, Mr. Conductor.
So sad to hear about the death of George Carlin yesterday. I've loved him since I was a teenager, and my kids loved him on Shining Time Station when they were tiny.
From the New York Times obit:
“By and large, language is a tool for concealing the truth,” read a message on Mr. Carlin’s Web site, GeorgeCarlin.com, and he spent much of his life in a fervent effort to counteract the forces that would have it so. In his always irreverent, often furious social commentary, in his observations of the absurdities of everyday life and language, and in groundbreaking routines like the profane “Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television,” he took aim at what he thought of as the palliating and obfuscating agents of American life — politicians, advertisements, religion, the media and conventional thinking of all stripes.
I'm personally loving the idea of George meeting up with our mutual buddy.