Bush's Absence Makes Heart Grow Fonder for Him
It used to take decades to get up a really good head of nostalgia. There was so much to forget. You needed someone like Ray Bradbury to murmur poignantly about decanting summer into a jar of dandelion wine as locusts hummed. "Aw, but what about polio?" someone would whisper, and it would set the whole process back 20 years.