In an interview Dr. Thompson is asked how he'd like to be remembered:

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With no time to think, I blurt out my last question. How do you want to be remembered?

Remembered?

Yeah, Leary shot his ashes in to space, what are you going to do? Maybe sprinkle them on Nixon's grave?

Every once in awhile I come across a pretty good line. Let me read you the thing. Voice of my generation, a roadman for the lords of Karma, that’s my real job. Yeah. I’m a writer, and that’s what I want to be remembered as. I heard the music, and I wrote to it. Some people beat drums. Some people strum guitars. It’s all in the music you hear.

Gothamist will remember him as a writer. A fiction writer, a fact reporter, a deadline deferrer, the inventor of Gonzo Journalism and as the many other things he was to those in his life.

You can read Thompson's ESPN.com column from last Tuesday here.

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