We drove under a bridge today, the same bridge we drive under everyday on the way to work. A man walked along the side of the bridge, in a brown coat at 7a.m., and he stopped and leaned on the parapet for a moment. He on the bridge and I in the center seat on the bench of a white pick-up truck, I wondered what he saw, and what it would be like to be him just for one moment.

Rest in peace, Peter Jennings…

what a great broadcast journalist. =)