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WALTER CRONKITE DIES AT 92
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SCUTTLEBUTT 2889: WALTER CRONKITE DIES AT 92 Legendary CBS anchorman Walter Cronkite may have been known as "the most trusted man in America," but Mike Ashford of Annapolis knew him as a friend. Every spring and fall, year after year, Cronkite came to Annapolis to sail; often, he stayed at Ashford's home in the city's Historic District. "For decades (we were) very, very, very good friends," Ashford said. "We were unquestionably best pals. One of the proudest things I can say I've done or that's happened to me is have him call me his best friend." Cronkite died of cerebral vascular disease last night (on July 17th) in his Manhattan home surrounded by family, according to Marlene Adler, his longtime chief of staff. He was 92. "I feel very empty right now," said Ashford, owner of McGarvey's Saloon and Oyster Bar in downtown Annapolis. "I knew Walter really as a combination big brother, father and pal. The newsman was kind of a secondary." -- The Capital, read on: http://tinyurl.com/ljsuad * From Kimball Livingston: The death of Walter Cronkite will surely prompt an outpouring from those who well knew the man and his obsession with sailing. I knew him barely, but vividly. We first met in Fremantle, Australia. The year was 1987. Dennis Conner had yet to reclaim the America’s Cup. Walter and I talked journo talk, then he launched into a story about sailing in Maine, in fog, in search of a bell buoy that marked a harbor entrance. The story had an ebb and flow - sailor to sailor -and he told how they could hear the bell through the fog, but first it was coming from here, and then it was coming from there, and he was well into the telling and close to the payoff when a phalanx of phalanxers swept up, and the chief phalanxer announced, “Excuse me, Mr. Cronkite. They’re ready for you.” With a word of apology, he was gone. Oh well. Two days later I was walking down the street, and there was Walter walking the opposite way on the opposite side of the street. He saw me and crossed. He came up and said, “So anyway, we could hear the bell through the fog… “ - Craig Leweck, Scuttlebutt
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