CALL ME SNAKE

Johnnie Cochran died yesterday in Los Angeles at the age of 67. I never met Mr. Cochran but Alan Dershowitz, who is often seen in these parts, had some nice things to say about him, and I have no reason to doubt the “Dersh” on this score. By all accounts, Cochran was a masterful attorney whose exploits have been extensively chronicled elsewhere. Like most bloggers who contribute little, if anything, in the way of new information, I have nothing to add to that story. My only complaint–and maybe it’s not a “complaint,” more like a gripe or perhaps just an observation–is that the Boston Globe, my hometown paper, put his obit. on page B8. B8 for a world-famous litigator who was parodied on “Saturday Night Live” and “Seinfeld”? B8 for a guy who immortalized the phrase: “If it doesn’t fit, you must acquit”? What does that say for an average schmoe like me? Not that I’m planning to die anytime soon (who is, when you get right down to it?), yet I always held out the distant hope of cracking the front page. But if a guy like Cochran gets B8, I’ll be lucky to pull a G37, sitting in the back of the “Automotive” section between adds for Muzi Chevrolet and Herb Chambers Toyota. That’s enough to keep anyone going for awhile, which means I better stop blogging and start getting some exercise.