How Is It That So Often .

The Whole Town Looks As If It Had Been Left Out In The Rain Too Long And By Mistake.

Putting People In A Room And Strapping Wires To Their Wrist To Find Out If I Make Them Tingle When I'm Telling Them About Beirut Is A Long Way From Edward R. Murrow.

Presumably A Movement Is More Polite Than A Revolution, And A Lot Slower.

Some Of My Colleagues Want To Be The Anchorman On The Mount. Others See Themselves As The Ace Reporter. Because Of 60 Minutes, There's A Whole Herd Of Them Determined To Be The Grand Inquisitor And A Heady Number Want Only To Be The Friendliest Anchor On The Block. At Least One Wants To Be Jesus.

Dreck Is Dreck And No Amount Of Fancy Polish Is Going To Make It Anything Else.