What dreadful news. We crossed swords and pixels. But he was a good and decent and well-intentioned fellow, who bore his illness with enormous strength and poise, and never let professional mudfights become personal grudges. From his Boston accent to his fondness for Mitt and his subbing for Hewitt, he was one of a kind. May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest, Dean.
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