We'll be posting a lot in the next few days so that we have the memories of Hawaii safely in one place to always remember this past week. The entire time we were in Hawaii, Kulani and I would say at various times, "I'm going to blog about that." For me, a blog seems easier to write my thoughts out than a journal. It's a nice vehicle to write our story.
Upon arriving home, I found out that my all-time favorite journalist died on Friday from a sudden heart attack. Tim Russert was the anchor for NBC's Meet the Press.
He reminded me of so many of my professors at BYU who constantly drilled into our heads, "Just the facts, ma'am," like Joe Friday on Dragnet. I honestly had more than one professor that looked and spoke like Russert. Unlike the big headed, opinionated political commentators I disdain (Keith Obermann, Chris Mathews, Rush Limbaugh), Russert did his job like a true journalist: asking questions and follow-up questions based on research. Perhaps he had political leanings, but he tried hard to not show them. And one thing he really loved was his family, specifically his father and son. He wrote a book about the lessons his father taught him growing up in upstate New York. Tim reported on the difficulties of watching his once vibrant father lapse into an aging, ailing man. Not that it matters in the big picture, but I just felt like blogging about someone I admired who died recently. And I'm pretty sad about it. I really don't think Meet the Press will ever be the same.