Walter Cronkite 1916-2009

RIP, Uncle Walter. Your voice calmed me in unpleasant times of my life, soothed my child-soul. Thank you. (Found this on Climate Progress just now, had to share it: )

"His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear’d arm
Crested the world; his voice was propertied
As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;
But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,
There was no winter in’t, an autumn ’twas
That grew the more by reaping; his delights
Were dolphin-like, they show’d his back above
The element they liv’d in; in his livery
Walk’d crowns and crownets, realms and islands were
As plates dropp’d from his pocket."

--Wm Shakespeare