I very rarely watch the evening news, but on September 11th and throughout the following days, I was glued to ABC and Peter Jennings. I was grateful for his calm air, his continuous presence, and his sheer humanity. After I’d spent too many hours of staring disbelievingly at the screen, his weariness was a welcome reminder that I was not alone, and that it was okay to feel so…well, I guess you know.
Legendary Harrisburg poet, Miriam Kessler,
has a cool poem, well, a fun poem of yore
called “Please Don’t Tell my Husband
I’m in Love With Peter Jennings.â€