I wish I could say I had known Eddie "Bozo" Miller. Or even that I had heard of him prior to this morning. One look at the picture that ran with his Obituary told me I had to read about him. The more I read, the more I thought I would have liked him. Consider the first two sentences used to describe him: 

"A son of vaudevillians, Miller liked to do everything in high style, whether it was betting on horses, managing boxing fights or competitive gorging. He once claimed he outdrank a lion in a martini contest."

While "Competitive Eating" ranks 83rd on my list of "sporting events" to watch -- above the new American Gladiators but below the  Olympic Biathlon -- the fact Mr. Miller's drinking of 2 quarts of liquor in an hour put him in the Guiness Book of World Records has to be respected. If he really had 10-12 Martinis with lunch, you can imagine he would be the life of any party, which is perhaps why he was able to claim dinner guests like Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Lauren Bacall, and Joan Crawford.

Mr. Miller, although we never met, for the virility with which you approached your life, a sympathetic haberdasher says Farewell.