Tuesday, February 06, 2018

BELOVED KANSAS CITY PUBLIIC LIBRARY HYPE MAN CHECKS OUT!!!

Tragic obit for one of the most interesting local proponents of the printed word and so many cultural attractions offered by Kansas City's favorite hobo hangout . . . Here's the official report chronicling the life and times of one of the many people who made local life better through his work and activism . . .

Henry Fortunato, Who 'Revolutionized' Kansas City Library Events And Area Walking Trails, Dies At 62

Henry Fortunato, a charismatic shaper of Kansas City's intellectual and history communities, died on Monday. He was 62. Fortunato's most high-profile role was as public affairs director at the Kansas City Public Library from 2006 to 2015.

5 Comments:

Anonymous said...

he did a great job helping make the library what it is. his enthusiasm was infectious. sad that he passed so early, too.

Anonymous said...

He lived a good life and was grateful for the joy of doing things that made a difference.

Anonymous said...

I suspect he was a Libtard Hillary Bot.

Anonymous said...

Inflicting your little self into a completely unrelated story. Your the Bot,12:33

Anonymous said...

Never one to waste time doing unimportant truths
Be tilting at windmills,antonym
Nor fritter away
Fiddle around
Literarygiantofhistory
Take a deep breath
Step by step
Open wide plains
Envied fractal mountains majesty
Never fought imaginary evil
Varied souls would mutter toes hotbed
Over wine or cups of coffee
Took up your sword and lance
Defended the helpless
Artfully destroyed the wicked
A hero, yet never the fool
Acts of chivalry
Roads less traveled
Words, deeds, and courage
Rise by Sin, yet fall in virtue
Never confused arms control with deodorant
We all want someone to stay
One loved so much
No regrets having met you
Journey on
Wrapped arms about you
Cry out
How you fixed me
Thank you for the time you stayed
Kept close and let me know
Never forget you
Only a step away
Unpainted Don Quixote
Tilted neve
Think, therefore I exist
Sun rise in the East
Blue moon points westward home
Rain fall as our tears
The lake over flows
Dearest husband, father, loyal friend
Until we meet again