With a knod to William Faulkner, I repeat what most Houstonians probably know by now – Ken Lay is dead. I don’t ever wish for the death of anyone. And nothing is different here. I would’ve preferred seeing him have to sit behind bars away from his comforts and his cash for a few years. Dying of a heart attack in his Aspen home with his wife seems almost unfair to all those he bilked out of millions.
Well, RIP Kenny Boy. I’m hoping that the great beyond has a sense of humor and a sense of irony.