I learned of the death of two people who had a tremendous impact on my life last week: One you've heard of and one you probably haven't. Both helped me understand myself a little better when I was a teenager and then, unexpectedly, taught me something about death and dying as an adult.
Roger was one of us; a Midwesterner, a Chicagoan. A city whose name has been sullied by the likes of Capone, Springer and Blagojavech, could not ask for a better, more redemptive ambassador.
He knew that his days were numbered, and he filled them with as much intelligent love of film as possible. For those of us who were lucky enough to know Roger, his life was a gift.