I am reminded of two things, this morning. The first is my very first time within the hallowed halls of Radio City Music Hall circa 1975, when my mother brought me to see “The Wind & The Lion,” featuring Sean Connery as the Great Raisuli, a swashbuckling North African brigand with an inexplicable Scottish accent.
The second is countless evenings in the mid-90s at the TIME Magazine News Desk -- just across the street from Radio City -- in the company of my colleagues John Flowers and Mitch Frank. When broken news wasn’t in need of mending, John, Mitch and I had developed a persistent habit of reciting the complex lyrics of contemporary hip-hop in the reverently studied voice of the great Sean Connery. I don’t believe I have laughed so hard before or since.
Rest in Peace, OO7. You are truly the man now, dawg.
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