The deputy sports editor gave me the news, in the midafternoon, on a day that suddenly turned hollow.
“Tim Russert died,” he said.
“Tim Russert died,” he said, nodding his head toward the television set and Tom Brokaw’s special report, which was just wrapping up at that point.
And so the news traveled across this country, by television and by e-mail, by radio and by word of mouth, too.
Tim Russert had died. TV news had lost what might have been its most genuine voice.