Usually we are reluctant to talk about the dead here at the cheery "blog." We only mention obituaries for people who mean something to us, such as
Freddy Fender,
Tom Poston, and
Grace Paley. But the
New York Times sure can write an obituary. Today there is one for a man with the irresistible name
Floyd M. Boring. Please read about him. You will be glad you did. Because of his association with presidents, I am calling Mr. Boring's life to the special attention of
Jim Whorton and Mr. Ward, my two friends who particularly enjoy presidents (for examples, see
this or
that).