Dedicated to the mime I loved

By Libby

Marcel Marceau died yesterday. I knew nothing of his history and truthfully, I haven't thought about him in years but I loved him as a kid. I remember watching him on television and being awed at how he could convey big meanings with such small gestures. I recall trying to imitate him in front of big mirror on my mother's dresser.

Nowadays, everybody hates mimes. I think that stemmed from the rather bad street performers who used to populate the sidewalks in irritating numbers, but I always appreciated a good one. I still do and I'm sad to see this master of the art and icon of my youth pass on. Rest in peace Marcel.