Last week, we lost Wayne Barrett, one of New York's venerable investigative reporters. Barrett's contributions to the Village Voice, his regular exposure of venality and corruption, made the paper a must-read- the perfect accompaniment to a ride from Manhattan to the Bronx. Barrett was one of the go-to sources on local boor-and-bigshot Donald Trump, who is now an international boor-and-bigshot. Wayne's passing, the night before the Trump Inauguration, is especially tragic because his ethics, his tenacity, his devotion to the truth are needed now more than ever. Wayne, you were always a good companion on the subway, a guide and a teacher... why did you leave us at this inopportune time?
Post title inspired by this bit of 70s schmaltz... I had to look it up because I didn't know who sange it.