I grew up with Walter Cronkite. From the time I can remember he was there every night. He retired when I was studying journalism in college. We all watched his last broadcast. It was a milestone.
A couple of years later, some friends were in Florida on spring break and bumped into him. They came back to school with stories of how wonderful he was – charming, pleasant and encouraging to those budding journalists. It’s always great to learn one of your icons is worthy of your hero-worship.
Cronkite’s defining moments as an anchor were when JFK died, when we landed on the moon, and when he was one of the reasons we left Vietnam. I was too young to remember JFK’s death but have seen that footage many times. I was still young enough at the moon landing that I don’t remember that specific moment with Cronkite, but have seen it replayed many times. I was too young to understand Vietnam and all that it meant.
But, I remember Walter Cronkite. And I always will.
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