An amazing man with an amazing story. Stay tuned for the full photo series and interview.
About two weeks ago the grandfather of a great friend of mine found the blog and contacted me through e-mail to pass along a book suggestion he thought might pair well with my travels. I went ahead and purchased the book online that day. It was today while sitting at a coffee shop that I finally had the chance to crack it open and I instantly fell in love with some of the author's words. In his forward Charles Kuralt speaks of his relationship with CBS and its conflicts with his dreams:
We gave each other gifts. CBS News gave me travel and excitement and a reason for living, and eventually a measure of fame and fortune. I gave her most of my waking hours, and most of my thoughts and energy, and nearly all of my dreams for the future. I took crazy chances for her, especially in the beginning, often sleeping too little, working too hard, driving too fast, risking too much in places too dangerous, all to prove my love. I was ever constant. She took notice. We were consumed in each other. We were content.Then I woke up one morning and realized I didn't love her anymore.Time had passed, and we had changed. We no longer suited each other. An inner voice spoke to me. It said you are going to have to give up your big salary and your corner office and leave that Sunday morning program of yours to somebody else.The voice said you haven't a world of time left to do all those things you promised yourself you'd do someday. For now, your lungs are still strong enough to let you walk through a mountain meadow and your legs will still support you in the current of a trout stream. You have plenty of curiosity left, and energy and love of life. You have at least one good long trip in you yet. If that's what you really want, you'd better be about it.Charles Kuralt - "America"
Don't forget to take a minute and look over the detailed map in my previous post and let any friends in nearby towns or cities know about the trip!
I met Charles Kuralt once at his house before he died. I knocked on his door to sell him donuts or something as a fundraiser. pretty crazy.
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