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I often find myself going off on crotchety, Rooney-esque rants concerning simpler times and the way things used to be (ubi sunt, Where is the horse gone? Where the Rider?) much to the chagrin of my wife. But looking through his biography this doesn't seem so strange. Rooney and I seem to have haunted many of the same haunts around Albany (albeit, during different decades). We were both born and bred in Albany, received our educations Upstate, and had a war and military service as the defining experience of our early adulthoods. I think all of this adds to the strange kinship I have always felt with the man (even though I haven't always agreed with everything he has had to say). Where you are from gets in your blood, you know?
None of this is to say that I, as a hack blogger, am putting myself on the same journalistic plane as Andy Rooney. Sigh, anyhow, it is just kind of sad. Maybe one day far in the future when we all have passed, Andy Rooney, William Kennedy, and I can get together and haunt Albany Academy. I think there would be some good conversations (if either of them would talk to me).