thoughts because you know that ernest hemingway was a literary hero of his. nicolle wallace, our colleague, was recounting one day in the campaign in 08, when they were in some no-name motel in the midwest and he was reading the snows of kilimanjaro to nicolle and the rest of the staff. what an ingrate i would be to curse the fate that includes the blessed life i led. i give life to those blessings and the love of those who bless med with theirs. the bell tolls with me. i knew it would. i tried the best i could to stay a part of the main. i hope those who mourn my passipass ing and those that don t, will celebrate a happy life, live in imperfect service to a country made of ideals, whose continued success is the hope of the world. and i wish all of you great adventures, good company, and lives as lucky as mine. the final words that he wrote.