I’m saddened today by two Public Radio deaths. First, I learned about Dick Buckley, a recently retired Chicago Public Radio jazz DJ. His voice, humor, and music got me through my earliest Chicago weekends as my roommate, Sarah, was turning me into an NPR addict. He also gave me an even greater appreciation of classic jazz.
THEN, I learned of Daniel Schorr. To me, he was a comforting grandfather who was on my side and made everything seem okay, even if what he was commenting on wasn’t really okay.
Both men gave a lot of people comfort, I think. They and their voices will be missed.