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Peter Jennings 1938-2005 Monday, Aug. 08, 2005 - 9:46 a.m. So we were watching a special about New Zealand last night, when there came the announcement that Peter Jennings died. He was 67 and he died of lung cancer. I am proud of the fact that I've strenuously avoided nightly network news for nearly the same amount of time that I have been on the world wide web; it was just easier to directly get the news from the wire services than to rely on the various talking heads. But I have a memory of him. In the fall of 1989, I was in a car during a long and unwanted road trip with three other surly people that had too much luggage. I was getting cranky because we hadn't found a place to stop and eat, and I had brought one of those little portable televisions with the four batteries and the dial. I was trying to find some news to watch, and we were driving through a part of the state that was mostly cows -- and ALL of a sudden, there on that little four-inch black and white screen, there's Peter Jennings standing on the Berlin Wall. This was a moment I had not expected to see during my life, thanks in part to the stories my father told me about how he had been a marine, and was still on reserve callup when the wall first went up. He avoided going to Berlin, but for many months, my parents remained prepared to leave on a week's notice. And until the late summer of 2001, catching sight of Peter Jennings at Checkpoint Charlie was the most galvanizing news image I had ever seen. I will never forget him. --- I'm periously close to giving up my faith in humankind. Why? Because "The Dukes Of Hazard" was the top moneymaker in theatres this weekend. --- That's it. Have a good Monday. ---
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