I grew up with Howard Morrison on TV. My parents were (and are, I assume) big fans. He was easily one of the biggest icons in New Zealand entertainment – one of our original Rock n Rollers (part of the Howard Morrison Quartet), a person very hard not to like, a person passionate for the good of others, and always the perfect gentleman.
What is it with good people dying this year? Don’t you ever wish that there could be exceptions?
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