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This Isn’t Our Last Love Letter 

   
Dear Don Don,
 
Way back in 92

I walked into the room and knew

Never felt this way before

I shook your hand while gazing into your eyes

And the feeling grew

As I took a seat I knew

A love that would have my heart

Forever

I knew

Way back in 92


They say love at first sight doesn’t always last or isn’t true

We were the exception to that rule

Our love had no where to hide

A spark set fire

As if this is how the universe started


I never doubted our love or what we could do

Together we grew

Forming a bond everlasting

That became our glue

My euphoria was YOU

I’m eternally grateful for the love and life we shared

For how fortunate we were :

“to have and to hold
through sickness and in health
Til death do us part”

Until we are together again

This isn’t our last love letter

I love you with all my heart and soul

Yours forever,

Deirdre  (Mrs. Hank Snow)

I’m fortunate to have fallen in love with, marry and make a life with the sharpest, coolest, funniest, most rare, bad ass, tender loving, loyal man on the planet, my husband Don Imus.


A True American Hero

 

I don’t know why it has been so hard for me to write about my dear friend Don Imus.

I certainly know what he meant to me, my family, my charity, my hospital and the millions of fans that listened and loved him for so many years.


I keep reading all the beautiful condolences that people are writing about how much a part of their lives were effected by listening to him over the years.

But what most people don’t talk enough about is what he did for all of us.

 

In every sense of the word, he was an American Hero. His work with children with so many different illnesses and his dedication to their future was unmatched by anyone I have ever known or heard about.

Besides raising over $100,000,000 for so many causes, he took care of young people for over 20 years in a state where he could not breathe.  Along with his incredible wife Deirdre, he created a world where children were not defined by their disease. That was a miracle! He was a miracle.

 

I will miss him ever day for the rest of my life.
I was blessed to be a part of his and Deirde’s life.
No one will ever do what he did.
I love you Don Imus - A TRUE AMERICAN HERO

David Jurist

 

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The Imus Ranch Foundation was formed to donate 100% of all donations previously devoted to The Imus Ranch for Kids with Cancer to various other charities whose work and missions compliment those of the ranch. The initial donation from The Imus Ranch Foundation was awarded to Tackle Kids Cancer, a program of The HackensackUMC Foundation and the New York Giants.

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A Tribute To Don Imus

Children’s Health Defense joins parents of vaccine-injured children and advocates for health freedom in remembering the life of Don Imus, a media maverick in taking on uncomfortable topics that most in the mainstream press avoid or shut down altogether. His commitment to airing all sides of controversial issues became apparent to the autism community in 2005 and 2006 as the Combating Autism Act (CAA) was being discussed in Congress. The Act, which was ultimately signed into law by George W. Bush in December of 2006, created unprecedented friction among parents of vaccine-injured children and members of Congress; parents insisted that part of the bill’s billion-dollar funding be directed towards environmental causes of autism including vaccines, while most U.S. Senators and Representatives tried to sweep any such connections under the rug.

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Don Imus, Divisive Radio Shock Jock Pioneer, Dead at 79 - Imus in the Morning host earned legions of fans with boundary-pushing humor, though multiple accusations of racism and sexism followed him throughout his career By Kory Grow RollingStone

Don Imus Leaves a Trail of Way More Than Dust 

Don Imus Was Abrupt, Harsh And A One-Of-A-Kind, Fearless Talent

By Michael Riedel - The one and only time I had a twinge of nerves before appearing on television was when I made my debut in 2011 on “Imus in the Morning” on the Fox Business Channel. I’d been listening to Don Imus, who died Friday at 79, since the 1990s as an antidote the serious (bordering on the pompous) hosts on National Public Radio. I always thought it would be fun to join Imus and his gang — news anchor Charles McCord, producer Bernard McGuirk, comedian Rob Bartlett — in the studio, flinging insults back and forth at one another. And now I had my chance. I was invited on to discuss to discuss “Spider-Man, Turn Off the Dark,” the catastrophic Broadway musical that injured cast members daily. 

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Wednesday
Jan052011

From the Green Room: You'll Poke Your Eye Out

A Florida judge has just ruled that a Disneyworld groping case can move ahead in court.  The Sunshine State is rapidly becoming the best example of the glaring need for tort reform in this country, as the Donald Duck Feel Up lawsuit comes on the heels of a $650,000 settlement for an injury a man incurred while receiving a lap dance at a Florida strip club. With apologies to Johnnie Cochran, “If he paid to see  t***,  you must acquit.”
 
There are many hazards in store for horny males who fill these nefarious nightspots of nookie with fistfuls of singles, hoping for the fleeting attentions of silicone-enhanced single moms with Daddy issues. Getting kicked in the face by a stripper’s heel would not be one that immediately leaps to mind.  But in 2008, while Michael Ireland was enjoying the titillating Terpsichorean talents of a Grind Hostess at the Cheetah Club in West Palm Beach, he wound up not only getting his eye socket punctured, but some broken bones around his nose as well. Although eye damage is not something out of the realm of possibility at an adult social club, it is much easier to conjure the stripper as the one getting her eye “poked” by the tumid member of a particularly gifted and aroused lap-dance recipient.  Not the other way around.  Unless, of course, the dancer is a tranny.
 
But exactly how a stiletto heel wound up anywhere near the man’s face is somewhat confounding, unless the stripper in question was also a contortionist.  You don’t have to have ever been a patron of a Strip Club to know that if the dancer’s feet are anywhere near your face during her performance, she’s either doing it wrong, or she’s showing off a Martha Graham-style modern dance routine that displays a creative legitimacy, the kind of which the genre is currently bereft.
 
The suit was settled out of court, thankfully, because if this case actually been handed to a jury, one could only imagine the kind of deliberations involved, with the myriad charts, photographic evidence and recreations of the “accident” necessary to assign damages.  Not to mention that the cross examination of the dancer would’ve been more entertaining than the O.J. case:
 
“Tell me, Ms. Suki, when my client was in the midst of receiving his lap dance from you, was he himself in an aroused state?”
 
“No, he was in Florida.”