The End of the Story: Paul Harvey
“As a boy, I fell in love with words and ran away from home and joined the radio. And it really was something. . . . You trust me to paint pictures on the mirror of your mind, and I will let you feel such agony and ecstasy ... as you would never be able to feel by looking at it.”
Some of my favorite memories include time in the truck with my dad and Paul Harvey.
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Back in the olden days when I was serving in the Westinghouse Radio Corps at WIND, Chicago, Wrigley Bldg., Paul Harvey was ensconced in the Stone Container Building directly across the Chicago River. In those days, Paul was viewed with just about the same political disdain as Rush Limbaugh is today. His "rants" were outrageous, his points of attack were from the hard-rock Right Wing. As years went by, this moderated to the point that Paul became everybody's Radio Uncle, who was rarely..if ever..invivted to the GOP convention in any way but professional. I wonder if he liked being "Uncle" instead of "Devil."
ReplyDeleteHe was our neighbor in River Forest, Illinois in the 60s. He paid a lot more property tax than I.
Great man. I always wanted to fill in for him, but it never happened.
Jim S.
I love how he said "You trust me to paint pictures on the mirror of your mind, and I will let you feel such agony and ecstasy ... as you would never be able to feel by looking at it.” rather than letting people go out and see for themselves he is seeing it for them and helping them feel whatever emotion he chooses
ReplyDeleteTotal manipulation, that attitude... not a journalist's job to manufacture agony and ecstasy in his/her audience/readership...
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