Bye, bye Bob

It is very strange to be listening to NPR this morning and not hear the robust, comforting voice of Bob Edwards.

I miss him!

Thankfully, my mother is an avid NPR listener and I was introduced to Bob Edward's voice early. His  steady way of telling the news was part of what inspired meto persue journalism when I was in high school. As a freshmen I signed up to work on the school newspaper and yearbook. As a sophomore, I got a job at the local newspaper doing paste-up and typesetting. As a senior I became the editor of my high school paper. Morning Edition played each morning as I got ready for school.

A huge thrill of my senior year was to have breakfast with Bob Edwards. At that time my mother was working for a public radio station and he was making a tour of stations around the country. She arranged for me to take the day off school and sit next to him at breakfast fundraiser for the radio station. I was star struck! I was surprised by what tall, imposing man he was and yet kind and supportive of a teenager eager to get some reporting tips.

And that voice.

I associate many of the most significant news events of my life with the sound of that deep, even speech