Nora Ephron, the urbane writer of cultural essays and romantic comedies, including a sweet revenge, has died and left us dispirited, coast to coast. Her New York Upper West Side sensibility shone on every page, including on lists of what she would and wouldn't miss when she was gone.
For example, she would miss pie and driving over the bridge back to Manhattan. And she wouldn't miss Clarence Thomas. What a perfectly timed tart note for the writer to go out on. She'd be glad to know there's some justice in the world, that healthcare reform prevailed.