Truly a sad day here at Grampaland. One of the greats has fallen. George Carlin is dead.
Not since the death of Sam Kinison have I felt such a profound sadness at the death of an entertainer.
I had the fortune of seeing him live. I can’t remember for the life of me where it was. I believe that it was in Indiana, Pennsylvania, but it could have just as easily been in Wilkes-Barre or Lancaster. He was as great on stage as he was on HBO or recording and, even though we had heard the all the material before, George could make us laugh with nothing more than inflection and spike.
Let us not dwell on what is gone, however. For we were fortunate enough to live in the era when he was at his apex as a performer and a satirist. Let us be grateful for that.
It will be said of George that He Walked With Giants.