when i was in elementary school, i remember listening to paul harvey tell my mother stories. every morning, as i would eat breakfast at the kitchen table, his voice would sound through our kitchen radio with that morning's account. every morning. just like clockwork. i never paid much attention, but i knew that i had to keep from interrupting paul harvey until i heard him say, "paul harvey....good day." then i could get my mother's attention. during his story, i had no chance.
coincidentally, i just finished one of his books this week. i understand now the interest my mother had in his true stories. they captivate, motivate, and inspire.
"My father and mother created from thin air what one day became radio and television news. So in the past year, an industry has lost its godparents and today millions have lost a friend."