I couldn't believe it yesterday when I read the Wall Street Journal alert that Tim Russert had died. "No, it can't be true," I thought. Not Tim Russert.
I never had the privilege of meeting Tim Russert, although I always wanted to, but I felt as though I knew him. Probably a lot of you felt the same way. That's part of what made Tim a great journalist. He knew how to talk with us, not at us.
For years, Meet the Press was part of my Sunday morning ritual. Wake-up, take the dogs out, get my coffee and settle in the family room to catch the show. I've joked many times that if Tim got ready to go on the air and I wasn't there, he simply couldn't go on. It wouldn't be the same without me watching.
Of course, his show was always lively and informative. As a viewer, you got real insight into politicians, political strategists and policy makers because Tim was well-prepared and he asked the tough questions. And Tim's guests knew, they better be prepared too. There'd be no dancing around the issue with fancy rhetoric when Tim was conducting the interview. He'd never let a guest get away with that.
While I respected Tim's tenacity, integrity and journalist style, it was his authenticity that made me a real fan. It's what endeared him to me. Tim came from humble beginnings and he never forgot that. It didn't matter if he was interviewing the President or talking to an average Joe. Tim was Tim. Too me it seemed as though there was always a bit of a mischievous boy underneath it all. I loved his boyish grin. And you could tell Tim absolutely loved what he did. How could that not be contagious?
Tim also never talked down to his audience. He didn't try to impress us with his intellectual brilliance – although brilliant he was. Tim was there to serve his audience by providing the best and the most credible information he could. And when he used a simple white board to illustrate the complexities of the 2004 Presidential election, boiling it down in the end to Florida, Florida, Florida – well it was amazing. Here we are in a world filled with high tech bells and whistles which get used sometimes just for the sake of using them, Tim Russert picked up a marker and a white board and that's all he needed. We got it.
Goodbye Tim, I'll miss you.