Occasionally, I come across that one celebrity death that catches me by surprise for a different reason. Not because of something like their passing was a shock because they seemed so young. It's usually quite the opposite and almost morbid. I already thought the person was dead. That's how it was with this latest one.
Former CBS news anchorman Walter Conkrite died in his New York home Friday evening. He was 92-years-old.
Conkrite was one of those folks who hasn't been around for so long that I just assumed he had already passed away. I guess at 92 that's bound to happen. It's not like he was a George Burns type and still working well to the century mark. Besides, Walter did enough in his life to make a name for himself to be remembered long after he's gone.
I wish I had some clever story to relay of how I remembered watching Cronkite when I was younger. The truth is, I don't. I vaguely remember watching maybe a few minutes of a broadcast or two when Cronkite was on CBS. But Cronkite was at the height of his popularity back when I was just a tot and not into watching the news. Therefore, the name is more familiar to me than his many broadcasting accomplishments.
At any rate, it is imperative that I acknowledge the passing of a renoun journalist. I still have little bit of journalist in me since I almost went that route; therefore, I recognize the greats when events such as this take place.
Rest in peace, Mr. Conkrite.