Spared

I suppose that anyone with any kind of connection to the outside world (in the US, at least) knows by now that Tim Russert died on Friday. At work, with his boots on, so to speak. I have never thought that much of Tim Russert from a journalistic perspective. The less said about that the better, probably. However, I felt quite sad for his family, especially his son who is only a couple of years older than the lad. When I mentioned it to him, his response was subdued. “He was only 58?” he asked. I could see him putting himself in the Russert lad’s position. It shocked him. He looked at me and said, “Please take good care of yourself, Mom. I can’t imagine going through that yet. I feel so sorry for that kid.”

All that aside, I have gathered from reading the blogs that television has grown obsessively maudlin over the weekend. I am officially thankful that I do not have television.