Her name is, of course, Dot. And her’s. And her’s.
Back in the 1970s, I ran industrial shows for Armstrong Cork Company. We hired Walter Cronkite as a guest speaker for one of our sales conventions. I met Mr. Cronkite as the limo arrived at the event location and escorted him up to the backstage area. As we stood in the elevator, I tried desperately to engage the great man in meaningful conversation.
“I know you’re going to talk about the upcoming Presidential election, sir, so I thought you’d like to know that Governor Milton Shapp (Pennsylvania) just dropped out of the Democratic primaries.”
Mr. Cronkite turned slowly toward me. I gulped. Suddenly he broke out in laughter. I was thunderstruck. He was laughing at me.
“Don’t you think that’s funny,” he said? “Me, getting the news from you?”
He was an inspiring journalist, a wonderful man and the best guest speaker ever.
Select your own caption:
1. “Why is Grandma sitting way over there?” “So we can crop her out.”
2. If only Grandma could put her ankle on her knee.
3. Grandma farted