My friend George Grizzard died yesterday. He was a sublime actor. He did movies and TV but never lost his love for the stage, particularly the Edward Albee roles for which he is best known. He was also a lovely man who told great stories and packed more affection into the world “darling” than anyone I've ever known. (Click here to read his full obituary in the New York Times). The world has too few of George’s kind and his passing makes me very sad. He was the partner for nearly 40 years of my theater-going buddy and sometime guest blogger Bill. And my heart particularly aches for him.