It seems weird that a man who wrote two books about his father would die on Father's Day weekend. I remember sitting in hotel rooms overseas stuck with CNBC and BBC World waiting for Tim Russert to come on. One show had him in Cooperstown with four Hall of Fame catchers. You could feel his excitement, and why not? if you were there, you'd've felt the same. And he behaved just as you would have wanted to, asked the questions you would have wanted to ask.

Whatever one thought of Russert's politics, you thought he was like you, would like you, and you would like him if you had a cup of coffee with him. And so you watched.

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