In late November 2004, I saw John Fogerty at the 930 Club. I arrived late and couldn't get up near the stage like I normally do. So I went downstairs to the bar. After a while, I noticed Tim Russert was down there at a table. He was very friendly and chatty with those around him, including me. A real everyman in every sense of the word.
A bit later, rock and roll thundering above us, we waited in line together for the bathroom. I was in front of him. I turned and said I enjoyed his book Big Russ and Me. I asked him what his favorite Creedence song was.
"'Fortunate Son,' " he told me without hestitation. "My dad was a truck driver."
I let him cut in front of me to the bathroom. (And I really had to go, too.)
He'll be missed for many reasons. I only wish he could put Cheney on the hotseat one more time...
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