Ann Curry writes: A massive turnout at our Nightly News meeting today, which I am attending as I'm in for Brian tonight.
No seats left, I'm counting six eager new interns sitting on the floor, taking notes, on what is a big news day on the economy.
New numbers in unemployment claims, home sales and construction and manufacturing may be telling us the economy is slowing down again. Our team on the story is now weighing the stats to cull what they mean for all of us.
Maybe to ease the pressure from the seriousness of that news, everyone is cracking jokes about another significant story of the day. Our Chief Science Correspondent Bob Bazell is reporting tonight that a scientist who has been struggling for decades to find the secret to a long life has concluded that there may just be a longevity gene.
So does this mean that even if you can follow all the rules: eat healthy, exercise, and eat flax seeds or whatever new-fangled antioxidant to come down the pike, you could still be out of luck? Suddenly I'm craving a juicy burger dripping with melting cheese.
As our Executive Producer Bob Epstein weighs the arguments over the day's other news, about the oil spill, the immigration debate, and the latest on these accused Russian spies, I look again at the young interns listening at rapt attention.
I can see they are falling in love with this thing we care so much about, this opportunity to use the right words to tell the stories that inform the future.
And against all reason I know in spite of everything journalism is going to be ok.