Phil Webber was the most colorful newspaper guy I ever met ... literally. Tie-dye, stripes, elf shoes. The dude could wear the wackiest shit with grace. Maybe it was the way he always accessorized with a smile. So many journalists are only happy in a cynical or sarcastic way. Not this guy.
Phil died Saturday, after giving almost 50 years of his life to the career I consider something of an addiction. He worked Friday, and though he had been lugging around an oxygen tank for a while, he seemed too full of life to die anytime soon. Maybe that was wishful thinking.
I don't know what I'm going to do without my regular hit of Phil.
http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/local/263569_philobit20.html
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