R.I.P.

R.I.P., Hal.

Rest easily, Hal.

RIP, sir.

I have 2 HH stories.

First, my parents saw him in Daytona Beach in the 50s performing Mark Twain. It made a huge impression on them and they spoke about it for years.

Secondly I knew a woman named Victoria Holbrook back in Columbus. She was a translator, translating archaic poetry to English (which is really hard - retaining the meter and intensions of the original). One day I saw her walking with a man I recognized, from the neighborhood I assumed. I greeted them cordially ("Hello, how are you, etc.") and took about 14 more steps before it dawned on me who the tall man was. I knew who her dad was, but it was kind of abstract, she was Victoria the customer and Victoria the translator of poetry. Mr. Holbrook, being a class act, nodded back to us when we greeted them. I'm sure he got that kind of greeting all the time, his face was so familiar, yet not famous in the way of other actors.

RIP, Mr. Holbrook. And my condolences to Victoria.

RIP

Dang. He lasted a long time.

The last thing I saw him in was "Men Of Honor," a Navy movie in which he played a racist Naval Officer who tried to prevent the first black Navy diver from graduating...

RIP