Seldom does an obit headline get me to react with an "oh, man - nooo". But I just did so when I saw that R.W. Apple Jr. died. He's the singular example of an old school newspaperman that I admired before I even knew any of his contemporaries. And thereafter, he's never faded from prominance I my mind, no matter what he was writing about. His food writing was all about the experience, with troves of knowledge to back it up. I love that a mention of his piece from a few years back on Nueske's bacon in Wisconsin made it into his obit in the San Francisco Chronicle. He probably would have loved the juxtaposition as well.
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