Thinking about David Brudnoy . . .

I feel as though one of my friends has died, and what's strange is that I never met him, and he's not dead yet.

One of the greay joys of Moving to Boston a little over two years ago was the chance to listen to David Brudnoy's evening talk show on a regular basis. Looking back, I didn't do that nearly enough.

I had listened to him when I could in Connecticut, and I had read his book, "Life Is Not A Dress Rehearsal," but I didn't make it regularly enough.

Now I discover that the man who beat AIDs and cancer is to the point that he has accepted death and has asked his doctors to treat his pain but not his condition. Last night, in a show I was unable to listen to, he went out with style in a final interview.

He was the best radio interviewer I have ever heard, and his excellence attracted a wide variety of fascinating guests. He was always well-prepared and was great at dealing with callers and moving the show along.

I got through to him twice, one on a special education question for two of Hward Dean's folks and once to sports writer/author Mike Lupica.

I am going to miss him.

By the way, the Boston Herald did an excellent package on him today. (Herald Website) and the Globe had a good story, too,
Globe Story (that was stripped across the front page of today's Globe.