Commentary
For more than a quarter-century, I've been receiving phone calls from Minnesota in more than 40 countries in Europe and Asia.
In 1978, my American Field Service (AFS) host family in Perham contacted me in Sri Lanka to welcome me as their first high school exchange student in northern Minnesota.
On Thanksgiving Day of last year, my Peking duck dinner held by Chinese hosts in Beijing was interrupted when I was asked to return "home" to take care of Ed Burdick at United Hospital's intensive-care unit in St. Paul.
My Asian book tour on the "Secret Destiny of the American Empire" abruptly ended. I returned not to the Washington, D.C., area, where my family and I live, but to Minnesota.
Over the past four months, I have been with Ed every day and night at United Hospital, Bethesda Hospital and finally the Episcopal Church Home in St. Paul, where Ed slipped away peacefully in his sleep the morning of Ash Wednesday.
Edward Arthur Burdick was 89 years young.
Ed was my "adopted" father, mentor and friend. During the 1984 legislative session, I worked for him in the Minnesota House of Representatives, where he was the chief clerk and parliamentarian.