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Chet Huntley

I like that Rankin' Rob has a temporary picture of Huntley and Brinkley up. When I was a little chirren Huntley & Brinkley was the only news we watched. My old man was not a Cronkite fan, as he swore he could never trust a man with a moustache (how odd). Times have changed. I gauge my trust of a fellow man by whether his trousers shimmy when he is in close contact with me (shimmy = bad, by the way). That doesn't work for television, though, does it?

Again I digress.

I also recall my father liked to castigate Brinkley as a young whippersnapper learning the ropes from old Chet, who always had a smouldering cigarette just off-camera (Brinkley a whippersnapper! He's like a hundred now). He's DEAD, pussface. -Ed.

Britt Hume is the new Huntley. The only talking head I can look at and think "There is a no-bullshit newsman". I'm too young to remember Murrow, of course, but I think he went downhill towards the end.