I was checking the news right before going to bed [habit of mine], and I about had the wind knocked out of me when I saw that George Carlin had died. Yes, crybaby me cried. George Carlin, for all his foul language, was our constant traveling companion when I was a child. On cassettes, of course. My family and I would listen to his comedy routines and it made the trips shorter.
Rest in peace, George. And thank you for the laughs.