Yarn

For as long as I can remember, I have had the pleasure of knowing a great story teller. This guy was the master of relating news of the day in a way that really put it in the right context. He could spin a yarn with just the right amount of twists and turns to keep me on the edge of my seat till the suprise ending came. His stories always had a good side to what could sometimes be a tragic tale. Somehow there was always a silver lining - if not in the actual story, at least in the message it was sending. I couldnt even begin to tell you how many times I have heard this guy on almost a weekly basis - often daily. He had a distinct signature in his delivery that assured he owned every word he spoke. His reputation as such an excellent communicator made it easy to trust his judgment in life - If he suggested something, it was probably the right thing to do. As an older gentleman, my friend held fast to moral standards no longer present in modern society. Last of a dying breed in America. He has been telling stories since 1951 but I only started hearing my true favorites in 1976. He was not family or even anyone I had ever met personally but he always seemed like an old friend. I learned a lot from this man over the years. I heard his stories on the radio.

His name was Paul Harvey. He died yesterday at the age of 90. I kind of feel like I have lost a best friend. At the ripe old age of 82 back in 2000 - he signed a 10 year, 100 million dollar contract with ABC Radio Networks. I think they short changed him. And now you know.....the rest of story.

Good day!