Remembering Christopher Glenn

I love my job. I really do. It allows me to combine my love for news with my fascination by technology. But on those days when I feel like my head just may explode from reading just one too many newsletters with the words "bleeding edge," "wiki," or "WiMax," I look up into a small, partially hidden corner of my office where I keep an Emmy from my days as a producer of "In The News," a broadcast, which, by the way, had more adults in its audience than kids. 

I like it there so that it is not obvious to others, but I can look up and remind myself of a rewarding part of my career when I wrote and produced some of those two-and-a-half-minute spots. I remember the first time a pitch of mine became a piece. I remember the first piece I was assigned to write and produce. I remember the first time I supervised the recording session. I remember Chris gently editing while showing such kindness to a novice like me. And his edits added such clarity. But most of all, I remember listening to Chris Glenn say the words I wrote. It was the ultimate compliment as well as motivation to get it better the next time. His was a voice of authority - that of a teacher as well as a journalist.  And he will be missed.