While I Wasn't A Huge Fan Or Anything...

I was sad to hear that Burt Reynolds passed away today.

Like pretty much every child of the 70s, I watched Smokey and the Bandit and Cannonball Run.

I wanted to own that Trans Am with the eagle.  So. Much.

And buddy was married to Loni Anderson.  That alone puts him in the pantheon of worshipable dudes from my childhood, even if I was a bigger fan of Jan Smithers. 

Burt Reynolds and Lee Majors were the envy of almost every straight male on the planet in those days. 

So, here's my take on the passing of Burt Reynolds.

82 years of living Burt's life was worth at least twice that much in non-sex-symbol marrying, original car chase movie star life.  He had it about as good as a guy can have it without ever getting to go into space or win a gold medal at the Olympics.  While I can't say with certainty beyond what I saw from the outside looking in, it truly seems that the guy had a pretty damned amazing adult life.

Who could ask for better. 

In my opinion, the death of someone who wrings every last drop out of the sponge of life is never sad.  It's a moment to appreciate just how damned awesome this life can be and take a second or two to ponder how to bring our own life experience up a notch or two.