Recapping the weekend: Hillary won't quit — Chelsea, BTW, says mom will be a better president than dad. We'd love for her to elaborate on that can of worms, but we're pretty sure she won't. The Barackster can't bowl — we are totally SHOCKED (sarcasm added) — and we note he looks mighty odd visiting a dairy and communing with the cows. Basketball, yes. Milkers, nah, although we can appreciate the photo op. On the GOP track: The general looked right at home visiting a military base in Mississippi, and we might also add, he looks to us a bit more relaxed now that he's the frontrunner. You can see it in his face.
How will they count those delegates in Florida and Michigan? We still are eager to see how it all shakes out. Speaking of Michigan, we were on a flight this weekend to Detroit with none other than Hizzoner, the newly indicted mayor of Motown, Kwame Kilpatrick. Hum this song along with us, wontcha — "I wear my sunglasses at night…" — that's right. Dude entered a 10 p.m. flight wearing shades. Took a seat in the front row of first class and quickly put on headphones. Maybe he was listening to relaxation tapes. Maybe it was a good ole Barry White CD. Seems possible. Barry is for the lover in you and, well, you know the mayor's story. We won't go any further except to say that people are divided on strategy. Some say they think he'd fare well in a trial, given that in Detroit there are some who still support him. Others think he might cop a plea and earn probation and a fine. While others surmise that his former chief of staff might make a deal and rat him out to save herself. She's lost a lot, too, in all of this. We couldn't blame her. All in all, this is a disaster with likely no happy end.
Moving from politics, as we write Larry Greatman — whose name is apt, for he is a GREAT man — is at home in Lancaster, Calif., being attended to by hospice. His chemotherapy made him sick and did not work. We first met him about nine years ago, the father of a friend of a friend. He taught middle school for many years in Lancaster, Calif., and when we covered education long ago, we weighed in with him to get a perspective on what real teachers were thinking on some hot-button issues. He was always thoughtful and it was clear to us that he not only loved kids, but he represented the integrity of good teachers, a man who lived well and taught youth by his own example. As reporters, we often get to interact with powerful, famous and inspired people. After many years of doing just that, we offer that Mr. Greatman stands out in that flock of notables as a true spirit. Those close to him might describe him as a mensch. Example: he used to drive cross-country from Cally to Washington to visit his daughter, not because he was afraid to fly, but because he enjoyed the ride. What we adore is his ability to be strong enough to be vulnerable. We watched him weep tenderly over a Passover seder as his family members were remembered. And we choked up at a wedding in November when he stood under the chuppa, his only daughter a vision of perfection in creme satin and pearls — wiping away tears as he gave her away — a glorious, emotional sight. As a woman, we have admired the way he looks at his wife of decades with a glance that says she's still THE most gorgeous woman in the world. Ah, that we would all know such love and devotion. We honor Mr. Greatman because of the dignity and joy he puts in the world. There are people all around us — not famous but incredibly grand — who live life well and make us feel good about humanity, people of quiet dignity whose goodness is loud! We ask that you consider telling those people in your own life how much you admire them now. We just did.
— Andrea Billups, The Washington Times