I'm backlogged in blogging ... I'll call it back-blogged :)
Sydney, like most kids, is fascinated by buses. So, we took a bus ride in West Lafayette - from Wabash Landing to campus.
Sydney waits with Brian.
Hanging on.
Cooling off at the Loeb Fountain outside of Beering Hall. Julie and I spent many warm afternoons sitting around the fountain reading/studying. Sometimes, we would be sitting there individually, look up, and see that we were sitting a few feet from each other. Life before cell phones.
Meet the Press
Losing Tim Russert saddened me, as well as Brian, and others who we work with in journalism. Of course, Russert's credentials and accolades are impressive, but I think of him most when I'm throwing something away in the large garbage cans in our garage. I read the book Russert wrote about him and his Dad. A good, simple read. What sticks with me the most are the lessons he learned from his Dad who was a sanitation worker in Buffalo, NY. The lesson I remember in particular is that his father taught him to be conscientious when he throws away garbage. Russert wrote that his father taught him to package broken glass in a shoe box, then tape it shut before pitching it. He did this so the garbage man would not be cut. 'Be accountable.' 'Think about how your actions affect others.' It's easy to see how Russert applied these lessons as a journalist.
One commentary about Russert said losing him at this time (the eve of the 2008 presidential race) is like losing your star quarterback before the Super Bowl. Russert was an incredible resource. The debates/state of the union were interesting to watch, but I was often more interested in what Russert had to say.
Sydney waits with Brian.
Hanging on.
Cooling off at the Loeb Fountain outside of Beering Hall. Julie and I spent many warm afternoons sitting around the fountain reading/studying. Sometimes, we would be sitting there individually, look up, and see that we were sitting a few feet from each other. Life before cell phones.
Meet the Press
Losing Tim Russert saddened me, as well as Brian, and others who we work with in journalism. Of course, Russert's credentials and accolades are impressive, but I think of him most when I'm throwing something away in the large garbage cans in our garage. I read the book Russert wrote about him and his Dad. A good, simple read. What sticks with me the most are the lessons he learned from his Dad who was a sanitation worker in Buffalo, NY. The lesson I remember in particular is that his father taught him to be conscientious when he throws away garbage. Russert wrote that his father taught him to package broken glass in a shoe box, then tape it shut before pitching it. He did this so the garbage man would not be cut. 'Be accountable.' 'Think about how your actions affect others.' It's easy to see how Russert applied these lessons as a journalist.
One commentary about Russert said losing him at this time (the eve of the 2008 presidential race) is like losing your star quarterback before the Super Bowl. Russert was an incredible resource. The debates/state of the union were interesting to watch, but I was often more interested in what Russert had to say.
