By Brian Williams, Anchor and managing editor
Okay, so I need to get out more. Yesterday I said the All Star parade was going down Sixth Avenue. It wasn't. Not only did I not leave the building yesterday, I didn't even look out the window. Just sloppy reporting. No excuse for it.
Today I did (go to the window, that is...still no time for fresh air). I walked to the Sixth Avenue end of the third floor, and there, rolling down a red carpet stretched down the street, were the All Stars, two to a Chevy pickup truck, having attracted a sizeable lunchtime crowd behind police barricades. The NYPD officers I saw were great about letting kids walk right up to the players for autographs, and the players appeared to be just as great about it. I clearly need a break.
I'll keep today's post short -- and hate to leave you with a bit of a bummer, but I will quote from an email I received last night from a pal who is a prominent player in the newspaper business. He's a veteran who got into the trade for the very best reasons, and is now watching the changes in the industry in horror, along with the rest of us, while loving what he gets to do for a living, every day.
Of journalism, he writes, "The work is addictive. We do have a social mission. Dirty cops don't get kicked off the force, crooked pols don't get indicted, guys don't get yanked off death row, Chinese toys with lead paint don't get recalled unless we're around."
Roll that around for a while. I'll leave you with that thought, and ask that you join us for tonight's broadcast.