
Tim Russert died today of a heart attack.
(From TIME Magazine)
Tim Russert
By Mario M. Cuomo
The voters of the United States are about to choose new leadership for the world's most important nation at a time when we are beset with wars, economic failures and confoundedly complicated social issues. Every Sunday, more than 4 million Americans tune in to Meet the Press seeking help in trying to understand the issues and the candidates. They choose that program because Tim Russert is among the most astute, discerning and relentless pursuers of truth in the nation, and has been for years.
Most candidates are not eager to present themselves for Tim's incisive scrutiny, which is fed by his prodigious study and preparation. But they have little choice: appearing on Meet the Press is today as vital to a serious candidate as being properly registered to vote.
Tim's influence can be measured by the size of his audience; the fact that his employer, NBC, reaps enormous monetary rewards from his popularity; and the long list of honors he has received from professional and academic institutions as one of America's most respected journalists and news analysts. His extraordinary success is more than enough to make him respected, but he adds to that a genuineness as a human being that makes him as easy to like as he is to admire. The 57-year-old son of a hardworking sanitation worker in Buffalo, N.Y.—a middle-class, polyglot, multiethnic community where people work hard, go to church or synagogue, love a good meal and a good ball game even more—he is reverential regarding his father, whom he has made famous with his best-selling book Big Russ and Me. And he's as devoted to his wife of almost 25 years, Maureen Orth, a Vanity Fair journalist and author, as he is to his 22-year-old son Luke, providing him with the same kind of profound love given Tim by his own dad.
Tim never forgets where he comes from. He never lets us forget either, and we love it!
Cuomo is a three-term governor of New York State
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I'm sorry if I seem scatterbrained. I am in a very busy bootscootin period here. I have an outside job going on (a short one), a mending cat buddy, storms knocking tree limbs in my yard, a laptop monitor with a broad black strip through it, (that's why everyone should have auxiliary monitors - I have 2), a 2-week project for the Farm Bureau of Ohio that is due July 1 and I haven't even started it, and a mother that needs my attention right now.
Bear with me or bare with me, whatever.
Too young.