Cronkite: What’s Obama Thinking?
I’ve got the Walter Cronkite memorial on the boob tube as I write this. In between the Michael Feinstein trilling and the Grateful Dead jamming (I think we can safely say: no other living being on the planet will, upon his or her death, have a memorial combining those musical styles), I’ve been enjoying the cutaway shots to Presidents Obama and Clinton. Bubba’s having beaucoup chuckles; Barry, not so many. Gee, I wonder if he’s thinking about the endless anecdotes told by Cronkite’s ex-staffers or that teeny-weeny speech he’s giving tonight.
