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So, I was trying to find a picture of Charles Kuralt with his hands up to be posted on this site. I think it may have been physically impossible for him to do so. If you take a look at exhibit A you'll notice his rotund demeanor and pseudo-chaste air which may cause problems as the elderly news reporter waddled from site to site (I know he passed away, by the way. I just don't care. Respect for a fat man doesn't mean I have to give a damn about him.). Yet, all I can focus on is his fat. He was not a thin man.
At any rate the search brought forth the following taken from a conversation with my friend Charlie:
Charlie -- "Man, way to keep a brutha down. This man did all that he could for the American public in bringing them happiness and joy, and overweightness attributed to that joyfullness. Get it straight brutha."
Me -- "And to be long winded and overly dramatic."
Charlie -- "Hey! He was....yes, he was."
Me -- "Don't get me wrong, I grew up watching him on Sunday mornings, but he sounded like a stroke victim who had a stroke that partially corrected the first."
See, I loved the guy. Mind you, his replacement is much worse; Kuralt was old and retired when I was in my teens. This new guy, with his bow tie, glasses, robotic smile with only his upper jaw line exposed and stories about migratory birds in the Pacific Northwest. Where are the 'Sounds of the Grazing Moose"? I miss those moose, and that corpulent man.
