Ramblings

Santo Paterno

For lack of a better word, the “festivities” surrounding Joe Paterno’s passing bring to mind the opening scene described in “Evita”. A shrine established outside what could have been called his home.  Signs and memorials throughout the town. Long, solemn lines of mourners waiting hours just to pass by a closed casket. Mourner-lined streets to drive through during the funeral procession. An arena memorial.

To misquote some lyrics:

Santo, Santo Paterno
You were supposed to have been immortal
That’s all they wanted, not much to ask for
But in the end you could not deliver

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