Ah, yes, the good old days

I confess; reading this article brought tears to my eyes. Which, I suppose makes me a definite journalistic dinosaur, but let me share with you just one paragraph about Charles Kuralt and maybe you’ll read the whole thing and, if your career harkens back to those “good old days,” you might smile at the memories:

“Though I’ll tell you… thinking of him hitching a ride on a
motorcycle, gunning his way down the Grand Central Parkway from a plane
crash, clasping the hottest story of the day to his chest and taking it
home to Mr. Murrow, a young news gladiator working for the best company
on earth… it would be so wonderful to be able to walk into a place and
not have to worry again about anything but your work. But that world has
vanished. Poof!”