I remember Walter Cronkite.
I remember seeing him cry at the death of JFK and cheer at the landing on the moon.
I remember him counting the death toll in Vietnam and chastise administrations for their involvement.
I remember his booming voice and his kind demeanor and I remember when he bid farewell to the anchor chair to move forward with his life.
Walter Cronkite was an icon of not just one generation, but several.
He embodied the sense of caring and fairness.
His voice carried with it the pride that wasn’t limiting.
He told it as it was and that’s the way it was.
There will not be his like any time soon and he will be missed.