At any moment someone you love more than yourself could drop dead of a cardiac arrest and you'll never, ever see them again. It's best to try and think of other things. Like sex. Or American Idol. Something.
The name of the departed is Rob Tucker, and back in the early to mid-nineties he submitted many articles to my "Socialist Health Care Forum," the newsletter for the Socialist Health Care Commission I chaired at the time. I edited the SHCF, and published it using the copy machine at work. Literally cut and paste.
Comrade Tucker was a tireless advocate for socialized medicine in the US. That's not an easy thing to be. Like banging your head against the wall. We banged our heads against that wall together for a few years, mostly via correspondence, although I did meet him three times. Conventions in Chicago and Milwaukee, I think.
Rob, my friend and comrade, we will prevail. It may take longer than we thought it would, but we will get socialized medicine in the US. It just makes sense. Now the short obituary.
Robert Whitney Tucker Jr.
Age 77, of Center City Philadelphia died Thursday Feb. 26, 2009. He was born May 7, 1931 in Selinsgrove, PA the son of R. Whitney and Kathleen (Sofley) Tucker. He was a writer and teacher. He is survived by his wife of 45 years, Cornelia, and by a brother, David of Sterling, VA. Services are private. Memorial contributions may be made to American Friends Service Committee, 1515 Cherry St., Phila., PA 19102.