Elsie, naturally, had wonderful taste, like everyone I knew in Europe. Of course, everyone is born with good taste. It's very hard to acquire. You can acquire the PATINA of taste. But what Elsie Mendl had was something else that's particularly American -- an appreciation of vulgarity. Vulgarity is a very important ingredient in life. I'm a great believer in vulgarity -- if it's got vitality.
At 6:45 pm yesterday 60 Minutes correspondent Bob Simon was riding in a limo in Manhattan, going to a meeting of some kind when the car slammed into another car that was stopped at a red light. Simon was killed. He had just wrapped up his piece for next Sunday's program. His death exploded on CBS and over the internet. It is especially difficult to wrap one's brain around the truth when this kind of loss happens. His voice is one of the most familiar on the air, and it has been on the air for fifty years. A day's work, a ride in he back seat of a limousine. Then, bam, it is all over, blackness, and a living contributing member of our society becomes history. And is categorized with Lincoln and Mark Twain. I have found this event difficult to process and am most sad that it happened.