The late Molly Ivins was the editor of the Texas Observer for six years, and for now they’re devoting the front page of their Web site to her memory.
I remember this passage it was in her last Observer before moving to The New York Times and it still sounds wonderful:
I have a grandly dramatic vision of myself stalking through the canyons of the Big Apple in the rain and cold, dreaming about driving with the soft night air of East Texas rushing on my face while Willie Nelson sings softly on the radio, or about blasting through the Panhandle under a fierce sun and pale blue sky… I’ll remember, I’ll remember sunsets, rivers, hills, plains, the Gulf, woods, a thousand beers in a thousand joints, and sunshine and laughter. And people. Mostly I’ll remember people.
And people will remember Molly, with a smile the size of Texas.