I have nothing against the gentleman.
But I have nothing especially for him either.
He's not a journalist. He's a habit.
And let's don't confuse the status of endurance with national icon. Larry King is no Cronkite or even a Brokaw.
He simply spent a long time in TV. He talked with a lot of people. Isn't that nice?
Nancy Reagan called him on the air to say she'd miss him. Sweet. They threw on-air kisses to each other.
At least he's going out on his own terms, although with declining popularity.
That's better for him than Helen Thomas's hasty retirement amid catcalls for something she said.
It's hard to imagine Larry King saying anything that could offend in that degree. But I almost wish he would go out in rage rather than smoochiness with any former First Lady.
Oh, I'm not saying a journalist is not a journalist unless he or she is a contrarian. That didn't work for Ms. Thomas, the fixture at the White House.
But I am saying journalism and journalists ought to reinvent themselves several times before we let them get away from us.
Fifty years in a Executive Branch briefing chair with your name on it and 50,000 broadcast interviews are exercises in longevity, not in themselves evidence of journalistic contribution.
Goodbye, Helen! Goodbye, Larry!
It was nice to know you.
Yet not so nice we can't let you slip away so the innovators can take your places.
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