Molly was highly educated. She grew up in River Oaks, went to Smith and Columbia, and could crank up her Texas accent at will. Of course she got Iraq right, and she wanted to be wrong. She had more honesty in her big toe than the entire group of ardent Bush Defenders in D&D put together. To paraphrase a line from the beginning of Lawrence of Arabia, I can't say that I knew her, but I had the honor of shaking her hand a few times in Austin. I hate that we are losing Texans like her. I dread the day when you have to look under a rock to find the Real Thing. Molly was the real thing. D&D. Lost Treasure.
The last of the tough ol' broads of Texas. I was awed by Barbara. I respected Ann. I loved Molly. As a young pup fresh out of East Texas, there was a real delight in discovering Molly. When my career options seem limited by the provincialism of family and hometown (You should sell insurance young man.), reading Molly helped show me there was another world out there. Going off to grad school (Outside of Texas! Yes, it was definitely a different world.), working in DC, finally figuring out a career that combined politics, action, and helping people... all those things I think Molly helped me out with to some degree. Now that I have daughters, I want them to understand the world, contribute to the betterment of everyone, and call BS when it's needed. I don't particularly want them to be able to drink guys under the table like Molly did, but I wouldn't be at all upset if they end up with even a bit of her integrity.
