In Memory of Ed Bradley
Today is Thursday, 9 November 2006.
With great sorrow, The Museum of the Bourgeois memorializes the life of Ed Bradley.
A great journalist, and a great human being.
Your author had the honour of meeting him.
It would have been ca. 1988, when HH was co-producing the annual New York Folk Festival. Mr. Bradley had consented to introduce a rising young jazz guitarist, and make some general remarks about jazz, of which he was a great fan.
A few days before the event, Mr. Bradley called me. Class: not an assistant, but The Man himself, to tell me that he had been called away on assignment, and that he greatly regretted he couldn’t be there. I asked if it would be too great an imposition to ask if he would record his introduction on video, and he immediately agreed.
The next day, I sat in the control room of a CBS studio, watching him flawlessly record. I will always recall how gracious and gentlemanly he was.
The Museum of the Bourgeois extends sympathy to his family and friends.
Such a loss, at such an early age.
“Flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”
With great sorrow, The Museum of the Bourgeois memorializes the life of Ed Bradley.
A great journalist, and a great human being.
Your author had the honour of meeting him.
It would have been ca. 1988, when HH was co-producing the annual New York Folk Festival. Mr. Bradley had consented to introduce a rising young jazz guitarist, and make some general remarks about jazz, of which he was a great fan.
A few days before the event, Mr. Bradley called me. Class: not an assistant, but The Man himself, to tell me that he had been called away on assignment, and that he greatly regretted he couldn’t be there. I asked if it would be too great an imposition to ask if he would record his introduction on video, and he immediately agreed.
The next day, I sat in the control room of a CBS studio, watching him flawlessly record. I will always recall how gracious and gentlemanly he was.
The Museum of the Bourgeois extends sympathy to his family and friends.
Such a loss, at such an early age.
“Flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”
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