I've been travelling all day, so I've only just now learned that Sen. Paul Wellstone, his wife Shiela, and three of his staffers died this afternoon in a plane crash in Minnesota, the state he represented in the United State Senate for the last twelve years.
One afternoon early in 1995, I got a call from a friend of mine, a woman with whom I had worked in Sen. Don Riegle's office a couple of years earlier. She told me that she knew of an open systems administrator's job in a Senate office ... and that the person responsible for filling the position was one of her best friends. She sent him a sopy of my resume; I interviewed for the position; and I was hired. The whole process took less than a week.
And that's how I came to work for Paul Wellstone. During the two years and eight months I worked for Paul, I came to admire him very much. He was warm, and funny, and genuinely enjoyed being around people, a trait that's rarer than you might think among politicians. And he was passionate about his work. What he believed, he believed deeply, and I never saw him shrink away from a legislative battle. I've worked for and around a lot of politicians, but never one like him. He was the best boss I ever worked for. I can't believe he's gone.