Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Why I'm not the next Jack Germond
The great political reporter -- he hated being called "journalist" -- and columnist Jack Germond has died at 85.
He'd been covering politicians and the messes they made from the 1950s until he retired in 2001, first with Gannett and then the Washington Star and later The Baltimore Sun. He was a fixture on The McLaughlin Group on public TV, got parodied on Saturday Night Live and wrote a bunch of books.
Not bad for a member of the Baton Rouge High Class of 1945.
I'm a member of the Baton Rouge High Class of 1979, but I am not now nor ever will be as accomplished as the late Mr. Germond. I do like martinis as much as he did, though.
THE REASON why I'll never be as accomplished at, well, anything as Jack Germond was at committing journalism . . . er, reporting is that I was committing smart-assed crap like the drawing above when I ought to have been studying or paying more attention in class. I found this, as I found all kinds of other stuff that has been or soon will be featured in this cyberspace, when cleaning out the home of my misspent youth in Baton Rouge.
The above drawing, however, may have been a little clue to my later avocation. In other words . . . get the net!
I suspect my mom never threw it out because she wanted evidence to back up "I told you so!"
Rest in peace, Jack. Your stellar legacy will face no competition from this fellow Bulldog alum.