The subject line of my roommate Christopher Kain's e-mail said it all.
"Glad we got to see him."
I didn't need to click on The New York Times obituary he had affixed to know that Don Rickles had died at the age of 90.
It was last September, the day after my birthday, where we drove from Boston to Twin River Casino in Lincoln, Rhode Island to see Don Rickles perform. I wrote an account of that experience here.
I closed that account by stating, "(I)f Don Rickles comes to a casino near you by all means go see him. He lives to make you laugh. An opportunity like this might not come around again."
And now it never will. R.I.P.
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