I miss Lou Reed.

He has gone with me from LP to tape to CD, from solo box set to the Velvet Underground collection, from a friend in college who dubbed another friend "Lonesome Cowboy Bert" to that one, odd moment when I was at a press conference including Reed, and I summoned up the nerve to ask him a question.

I had to go summoning because this was Lou Reed, known for a sour face and not suffering fools. (And yes, I had read Lester Bangs.) But I managed to ask a question and, after a pause and a steely Lou Reed gaze, Reed answered it. I have no memory of either the question or the answer, just of surviving the whole thing.

But then, Reed wrote a lot about surviving -- whether it was surviing love or chemicals or desire. And, even if there were plenty of times when his own survival was in doubt, he managed mostly to endure. And to make some stunning music.

ICYMI, in Saturday's Beacon Journal I had a chat with Glenn Close tied to her upcoming visit to Akron.

Sunday's edition included my look back at "War of the Worlds," the 1938 radio broadcast by Orson Welles, including how people in the Akron area reacted 75 years ago. I especially like the man who was convinced a spaceship had landed in his yard.

This week's DVD and Blu-ray column is here.

And I have a few words about the new series "Naked Vegas" here.