He spent a lifetime walking straight into the questions everyone else dodged. Now, the microphone is empty, the studio chairs are still, and a familiar voice has vanished from the air. Across cities and small towns, people who never met him feel strangely orphaned. They remember arguments, tears, applause—and the way he made strangers feel seen. In the hush that follows his final broadcast, one question lingers louder than the rest: when a man who taught us how to listen is gone, who takes the mic nex… Continues…
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