Walter Cronkite is gone. Ouch, that hurts.
I'm not saying I always agreed with the man's political opinions. But I grew up with him. He was a mainstay in our home. He began anchoring about five months before I was born, and nearly nightly I heard his jovial voice saying, "And THAT'S the way it is." Until I left my parent's home in 1980 and went off to school, Walter was a daily guest.
Possibly because of this, I always had a warm fuzzy feeling whenever I saw his face or heard his voice. When I became more politically "aware" and realized that Walter and I diverged in many areas, it was actually painful. But regardless, there's no question Walter Cronkite was the voice of America for all of my formative years.
May you rest in peace, Mr. Cronkite. Thanks for everything.
