Christopher Reeve is dead (NYT obit) at 52, nine years after he broke his neck in a riding accident. He went from a charmed life to quadriplegia in the blink of an eye, but he never lost hope. He turned his personal tragedy into a new purpose, becoming a spokesman for the disabled, an activist and lobbyist on behalf of spinal cord research and an inspiration to all. I was looking forward to watching him walk again, dammit. If you can spare it, may I suggest a small donation in his memory?