John Glenn, American hero, aviation icon and former U.S. senator, dies at 95
Source: The Columbus Dispatch
His legend is other-worldly and now, in his 95th year, that’s where John Glenn has gone.
An authentic hero and genuine American icon, Glenn died this afternoon surrounded by family at the Ohio State University Wexner Medical Center in Columbus after a remarkably healthy life spent almost from the cradle with Annie, his beloved wife of 73 years, who survives.
He, along with fellow aviators Orville and Wilbur Wright and moon-walker Neil Armstrong, truly made Ohio first in flight.
“John Glenn is, and always will be, Ohio’s ultimate hometown hero, and his passing today is an occasion for all of us to grieve," said Ohio Gov. John R. Kasich. "As we bow our heads and share our grief with his beloved wife, Annie, we must also turn to the skies, to salute his remarkable journeys and his long years of service to our state and nation.
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One of my heroes, to be sure.
Rest well, Sir. 
Farewell to a true icon of America. He was fortunate to do what he did and even got to go on the "next generation" of spacecraft (a Space Shuttle - most likely considered "luxury quarters"
, serve as a U.S. Senator for 25 years (a Democrat) and live a long life.
Condolences to his family and -
Sure, it's Toy Story, but it still fits 
He lived 95 years of a good life. We're just going to have to be satisfied with that.
God speed, John Glenn, is all one can say at this point. (And I am an atheist.)
I remember the Mercury 7 -- they were such icons! What luck to have been around for the Space Age, and to watch how the idea of reaching beyond our planet inspired many people; there's so much beyond this one small corner of the Universe.
Salute:
Thanks for sharing it. 
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of --Wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air...
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or even eagle flew --
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
Rest in peace, Mr. Glenn