One Thing We Can Always Count On
“Weather Forecast for tonight: dark.”
George Carlin
This question comes into my mind when I have a moment of stillness, the physical and mental challenges have exhausted themselves, and I am just breathing, staring at nothing.
I know, I know, the reports are the cigarettes, the lung cancer, I read all of it, and the aftertaste of artificial reporting sticks onto my tongue every time.
Peter Jennings was asking the questions after September 11th that no other reporter would touch, he was not racing into the inferno of on-screen hysteria, he was shooting thoughtful questions straight into the black hole.
Then - my goodness, the timing! - he dies of lung cancer.
I will never believe the “official” cause of death. I believe he was silenced, and there are always the usual suspects, but they do not matter. Their time will come.
I have one truth. One emotion. Just one.
I miss Peter Jennings.
