The other shoe dropped.

Back in 2009, I wrote

After giving away a copy of Parliament of Whores yesterday, I wound up dragging my own copy down from the attic and re-reading it for what must be at least the sixth time. Despite having vast swatches of it memorized, it's still laugh-out-loud funny. Every bon mot to ever spill from my fingertips is due to reading lots and lots of P.J. O'Rourke and Florence King.

I recollected it in January of 2016 when Florence King passed away.

Yesterday we lost P.J. O'Rourke.

I uglycried in public.

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