See You On The Radio


This week’s newspaper column:

I am going to do a rare thing this week and that is to write totally off the cuff. I am going to depend on my memory, which is a risky thing to do—but I have just finished watching a tribute to Charles Osgood, and I am inspired.  It was his last broadcast on Sunday Morning, the iconic CBS television show, which he has hosted for the last 22 years. He is 83 and not really retiring—he will still be on the radio and as he promised the new host, Jane Pauley, he will be back on occasion. I hope he holds to that.

At one time 83 sounded old to me. At one time the age I am currently enjoying was old to me. Old beyond old. But neither 83 nor 63 seem old to me anymore. I will admit to having a few more aches and pains, and sometimes a word I am looking for does not come as readily to mind as before but I am inspired by this man who is twenty years my senior.

He was an economics major but the broadcast world called to him and he answered the call. First the radio, then television, but he never left his first love, and has not abandoned those airwaves yet, where he lives in the mind’s eye of imagination. He married at 40, had five children, and is still married to his wife of 42 years, who he seems still very much in love with if the tribute show is to be believed. He is a musician, a poet, and a man with a golden voice. Much was made of his voice—the timbre of which I find comforting, reassuring, and kind. One can never overestimate kindness, and I am left with the impression that he is a very kind man—thoughtful, generous, and compassionate.

The tribute also gave me hope. Hope that life is not over at my tender age. Which is a good thing as there are many things I have left to do.  Many things unfinished. And at 83, I think Charles feels the same way, even with his many accomplishments.

Osgood received accolades from all kinds of people and not just from those he shared a company affiliation. Though certainly his CBS colleagues were at the forefront of this tribute show, so were many other well-known news people from other stations—even those in direct competition with him. “Ratings,” he said “are important” but he liked to think of the people who made up those ratings—the people he connected with. I considered him part of my “family” in a way—I looked forward to the hour and a half I would spend with him on Sunday morning.

In their heartfelt goodbyes to Charles, many used his now famous line “See you on the radio”—a line he said many found incongruous, but one he felt accurately described the medium to him. He will continue on the radio with the “Osgoode Files”, and I will be there to join him.

Hello Fall!

My favourite season arrived last week. And though on its day of arrival, the weather was anything but fall-like—I still welcomed autumn with open arms. So many see the season as the harbinger of what is to come—cold, snow, and ice, but I think we should stop and bask in what it has to offer, not in what is to come.

I must rummage around and find my ceramic pumpkins and other fall paraphernalia to festoon my house and that I will reluctantly put away sometime in mid- November (okay, let’s be truthful here—I will get around to it sometime in November—most likely after American Thanksgiving).

This is the time of year I live for—and we have had a few crisp nights and cool mornings that give those of us who love the fall some hope that the eternal summer is over. I am ready for the leaves to turn colour, to walk through them with a bit of a shuffle in my step in order to hear the rustle. I am ready to wear sweaters again and dream of toasty fires with a hot apple cider at my side.

For those of you who do not make the transition as easily as I do, here are some words from Albert Camus that may comfort you and trick your mind into embracing the season: “Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”

Published in: on September 28, 2016 at 1:22 am  Comments (7)