There was a news reporter I liked to watch on T.V.  a few years back.

He was on the tube on Sunday mornings.  I would think you may remember him to.  He had a voice that told you a lot.  Well you liked hearing him.  He would give you a short run down of the news.  Not much, but a little bit.  Then he would take you on a trip.  You would be taken for a nice ride to some place in these United States.  The way he told the story, the way the film was taken, you were there.

You almost could say I have been to Shatter Valley.  You see he knew how to tell about someone or something in Shatter Valley.  He traveled about this nation, and he told the stories of his travels.

He told about things that happened, years ago in the history of this nation at this spot, or house, or building.  He told about the people that made history.  Things you will not get out of a book.  When he had signed off for that Sunday morning, one could say, yes I was there, I seen history He also would take you to some small out of the way place to meet a man or woman you never heard of, but when after watching and hearing the story, you knew that man or woman.

It seems like he liked to meet people, set, hear the story of what ever they do, have done, or what the hopes and dreams would be.  He as a rule picked out a common type person to tell about on Sunday Mornings.  That would not be hard to do.  Seems like God loves common people, made most people as just common folk.

I remember one such story, about a common man.  He lived in a small town in one of the southern states.  It seems this man liked kids.  He fixed bikes for the poor kids of town that didn't have one.  He had a garage full of ones ready to be rode, also a lot that needed a fix or two.  He had a system it worked.  He said he grew up as a poor kid, never had one himself.  So when he grew older he set up shop for kids in the same shape he had been in.  The difference is these poor kids can come get a bike for the day. The bikes are free to use.  Sign it out and sign it in when day is done.  What a kind hearted man, what a story.  You felt good knowing Mr. Mann.  Well you did know him after that Sunday morning. You had ridden the bus to this place, and heard the story of the bike man.

After a couple years of the Sunday Mornings with this man, you knew more about the people and places of this land then you could get with ten years of history and other things in some college.  You could say yes I??™ve been there, I got to meet with those people.  You see I traveled with Charles Kuralt on Sunday Mornings on C.B.S.

 Bill Walker
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