In California, watching the highway from my hotel bed, feeling exhausted and far from home. I am moved by Robert Redford’s simple words about Paul Newman’s death:
“There is a point where feelings go beyond words,” Redford said Saturday. “I have lost a real friend. My life — and this country — is better for his being in it.”
Isn’t this the highest praise any of us can aim for? To leave a life better for having been in it?