Somehow in the midst of election coverage, lipstick comments, hurricane guess-i-fication, Biden's gaffs and all the other more important news of the day, I missed a story that I wish I hadn't.  As usual, the passing of someone who is not in the special categories of the news networks goes almost unremarked.  But apparently Jerry Reed passed away last week and I didn't hear a word about it until I heard Tim Wilson sing his song about marrying a woman who talks like Jerry Reed in tribu...

  December 23, 1966.  We shuffled from the bus to the terminal, went through one more baggage inspection,  checked our duffles, got our receipts, and then shuffled out of the other side of the building onto the tarmac;  hot, sticky, smelly asphalt that was too hot to touch with the bare skin.  We endured another round of sergeants yelling at us to keep in line, keep up, no talking, etc.  We clambered noisily up the aluminum stairs that wobbled and swayed under ou...