Breath our scents, walk our landscape, hear our melodic dialects, delight in our savory morsels, touch each rich texture, and the southern essence remains a mystery. The ethereal south, unfathomable to the five senses, lives in the heart. If you believe in magic, and can survive the devastating passions of an open heart, just possibly, you stand a chance of living a moment as a southerner. Most people aren't brave enough to be southerners, even the ones that are.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Sailing into the Sunset



Walter Cronkite has sailed into the sunset. That's newsworthy enough for me to come out of my self imposed sabatical; at least momentarily. Cronkite defined journalism at its highest state. Whether you write commentary, report news, or do special interests pieces, you now have a huge void to fill. Collectively, I don't think that we can fill it, but we owe it to "Uncle Walter" to give it our best. Somehow, I feel that he always gave us his. And that's the way it was.
Dread

2 comments:

Unknown said...

oh so true sandy

i beati said...

miss hearing from you sandy