My friend Mark remarked upon the death of Casper Weinberger, that he was reminded of the poem that appeared in the comic strip Bloom County (my generation’s ‘Doonesbury’):
How I love to watch the morn,
with golden sun that shines,
up above to nicely warm
these frosty toes of mine.
The wind doth taste of bittersweet,
like jasper wine and sugar
I bet it’s blown though other’s feet,
like those of… Casper Weinberger