Once in a while you read something that let you know you're in the presence of a greater mind than most. This rivals any best-selling author. I look forward to more.
Stories of the early days: the first zoom lens they got in the studio; the times when a night crew of three would take turns reading the news, reading the commercials, and running the camera; the first "video" which was a curved board where they would put Polaroid pictures of a car crash or fire; and doing every MDA telethon Jerry did…I love the attention this gave a man who I respect and love so much…and who, by example, lead me to lifelong journalism.
Lisa Schnebly
Jeff Smith
Sun Apr 26, 2009 17:18 72.223.19.233
I apologize if this is an inappropriate post. Today in a box from my garage I found a folded newspaper and wondered as I opened it what I would have kept from the Tucson Citizen. The date was Oct. 21, 1981. As soon as I saw the headline, I recalled parts of the piece. It was the first of Jeff Smith's account of his motorcycle accident on the road to Ruidoso. It was the beginning of the rest of his life, without walking around in it. I misremembered some, including the phrase "a conspiracy of circumstance" I thought came from that piece I've attributed to him ever since. But what struck me most was that 27 years later, it held up. It was not mawkish, self-indulgent or vainglorious. It was writing that writers admire and aspire to. So I googled said Jeff and saw this, and hope to be able to get word to the author that through all the years that piece survived being moved five times in three cities, baked in 120 degrees and was ignored, it has not dimmed. Thank you for the great read -- then and now.
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Jeff Smith
Sun Apr 26, 2009 17:18
72.223.19.233
I apologize if this is an inappropriate post. Today in a box from my garage I found a folded newspaper and wondered as I opened it what I would have kept from the Tucson Citizen. The date was Oct. 21, 1981. As soon as I saw the headline, I recalled parts of the piece. It was the first of Jeff Smith's account of his motorcycle accident on the road to Ruidoso. It was the beginning of the rest of his life, without walking around in it. I misremembered some, including the phrase "a conspiracy of circumstance" I thought came from that piece I've attributed to him ever since. But what struck me most was that 27 years later, it held up. It was not mawkish, self-indulgent or vainglorious. It was writing that writers admire and aspire to. So I googled said Jeff and saw this, and hope to be able to get word to the author that through all the years that piece survived being moved five times in three cities, baked in 120 degrees and was ignored, it has not dimmed. Thank you for the great read -- then and now.