Much Ado About Not Much
“Errol Flynn died on a seventy-foot yacht with a seventeen-year-old girl. Walter’s always wanted to go that way, but he’s going to settle for a seventeen-footer and a seventy-year-old.”
—Mrs. Walter Cronkite
“I was eight, watching him on black and white television every night in Elmira, NY. In our home, my mother refused to serve dinner until the CBS Evening News was over. And I announced my intention to my family, apparently at the age of eight to my family, that he was the man I wanted to be and this was the profession I wanted and I’ve lived such a charmed life that I got the chance to explain that to Walter and tell him that and make it clear and just—was able to breathe the air he exhaled.”
—Brian Williams, recipient of The 2009 Walter Cronkite Award, presented each fall.
CBS News to Air Tribute to Walter Cronkite on Sunday Evening
In one respect, this makes sense: Sunday evenings have a higher viewership than Friday or Saturday evenings. But, still. Something, ANYTHING tonight would have been the right thing to do.
Fact: Regardless of your stance on Katie Couric, she’s just now been illustrating, while speaking to CNN’s John King, exactly how much we’ve lost since Cronkite and Murrow had the care of the public’s airwaves. Emphases all hers.
“Apparently, before the era of teleprompters, John, he would write a few notes on file cards, just glance at them, know what the story was, and speak extemporaneously to the audience. You can’t find many anchors who are really capable of pulling that off in this day and age.”
Sigh.
“I was talking to Douglas Brinkley, John, earlier today, and he’s writing a biography about Walter—the University of Texas is a repository of all his papers—and apparently he was a packrat. [Brinkley] has boxes and boxes, and he has the reporter’s notebooks from when [Cronkite] was in Vietnam.”
Well Christ, Katie, whatever do you do with your reporter’s notebooks? Oh. Dear me. Sorry, I can see why such a habit might bewilder.
Forgive my mislaid bitterness—it’s really all meant for Don Hewitt, Katie. [Via inothernews]
“Edwards made a point of telling Woodruff that his wife’s cancer was in remission when he began the affair with Hunter. Elizabeth Edwards has since been diagnosed with an incurable form of the disease.” [ABC News]
Why yes, of course, Senator John Edwards! You’re perfectly right! In fact, we really ought to be acknowledging the forethought and kindness with which you scheduled your affair with this sketchtastic, kind of skanky-looking lady, whom you then allegedly passed along to your former campaign finance director, Andrew Young, who then—just in time!—apparently impregnated her.
It’s a good thing you waited till after Elizabeth Edwards’ cancer was in remission to start fucking around. Jesus, otherwise, we all might really have thought you were a lowdown, hypocritical, narcissistic lying pietist, which couldn’t possibly be true, given concessionary remarks such as these:
“We, as citizens and as a government, have a moral responsibility to each other, and what we do together matters. We must do better, if we want to live up to the great promise of this country that we all love so much…I want to thank everyone who has worked so hard—all those who have volunteered, my dedicated campaign staff who have worked absolutely tirelessly in this campaign.”
Yeah, hey, especially that Andy Young over there. Dedicated volunteer indeed. Let’s hope for his sake (and it looks likely) that his volunteerism is the mercenary kind.