I realized something when I was watching Clinton's speech on C-Span this Wednesday.
I miss him.
No, I don't miss him in a vague I-liked-his-policies sense. I miss the man. I miss listening to his speeches. I miss his tone of voice. Sure he was a slimeball once in a while. But caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he would crawl back to you with that babyish face thats impossible to resist. Of course you forgive him. I miss the ritual of forgiving him.
And now he's gone from public life.