Sixth Grade...
would have been a lot cooler if Ed Bradley had been my teacher.

But we sure were lucky to have his tutelage on the telly for so many years.
(And I always was crazy about his earring. You could sort of gauge the gravitas of an interview by what he wore in his earlobe.) I emailed the sad news to my sister. Who replied that, at least she would never have him follow her down a hallway with a camera crew while she pulled her coat over her head. Even in that, I detected a note of disappointment.