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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

IMUS IN THE MORNING

FIRST DAY BACK!

Imus Ranch Foundation

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.

Please send donations to The Imus Ranch Foundation here:

Imus Ranch
PO Box 1709
Brenham, Texas 77833

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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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, July 14, 2010

I was convinced that Lebron James was coming to the Apple. I had worked behind the scenes to help sweeten the pot. I arranged for a lifetime of free meals at Sylvia’s restaurant in Harlem, and movie passes at the Magic Johnson Theaters. I always thought that Magic Johnson would’ve been a greatest name ever for a porno star, but considering the way we got screwed by Lebron, I guess I was wrong.

It was disgraceful what he did. He teased us, led us on, and then not even a kiss goodnight. So I decided to pay the King a little visit to get my goodnight kiss.

I flew down to Miami and crashed the Heat’s little celebration party. I get there as the balloons dropped. I walked up to “Bron Bron” like Michael Corleone did to Fredo in Godfather II, and grabbed him by his cheeks and kissed him full on the lips. I looked him in the eye and said, “You broke my heart Lebron. You broke my heart.”

Then I ripped off my tear away suit pants, revealing my vintage belted basketball short shorts and, and my hi- top Chuck Taylor sneakers. I hate to brag, but those shorts make me look like I’m smuggling kielbasa.

I challenge him to a game of HO. That’s horse in two shots. He doesn’t want to play so I start bouncing the ball off of his head like Robert Duvall in the Great Santini. “C’mon squirt a few.” He agrees. Wrong move.

As you know Imus, I’m a baaaad man. I can sneeze with my eyes open. When I was born the only person crying was the doctor. Nobody slaps Charlie Rangel. Nobody! I take the ball behind the three- point line and scissor kick it. Nothing but cotton. H! I then drive to the hole, 360, and tomahawk slam it through with my feet. Game over. Silly hoopster. Rucker Park is in Harlem, bitch.

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