I think it was Mr. Hoke, my 11th grade English teacher, who gave me the advice that I shouldn’t die on a Friday; you’re too late to make the Friday edition of the paper, and no one will notice you’re gone once Monday rolls around.

As an example, note that today’s big story is the death of Stuart Scott, but if you dig back through your feeds, you’ll see that we also lost a country music legend in the form of Little Jimmy Dickens. While “Bird Of Paradise” is probably his best known song, I was always partial to “Old Cold Tater”

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