Peter Jennings has died. For some reason, when I would think of him I’d think of that old skit (was it SNL?) where you had to guess if someone was dead or Canadian. He was my favorite no-really-he-is-Canadian person.
I am actually pretty saddened by his death. He was the one television news journalist we always turned to when we needed the straight story. We watched all the recent Big News stories with him. We turned to ABC during 9/11. We watched him during the elections. Frankly, we trusted him, as old and tired as that cliche is. I liked Tom Brokaw, but never really liked his news delivery, and Dan Rather was not on my radar. But now they have all gone, and it really is a new era.
Can I even name their replacements? I don’t think so. Not surprisingly, I can’t name many of the news personalities on TV. I get my news from the Internet. All of it. Sure, we get a weekend paper, but we read it mostly for the local stories and the ads.
And yet. There are still times when live TV news is the best way to stay in touch, and now I don’t know where I’ll turn.
Goodbye, Mr. Jennings. I miss you already.