I spent several hours snowbound in a hotel in Boston with David Halberstam a few years ago and it was one of the most memorable days of my life. The wind whipped 25 inches of snow at us that day but I could not have cared less as I sat mesmerized as David and Ken Burns swapped war stories about writing about baseball and trying to interview ball players like Ted Williams who didn't give a rat's ass about resumes and credentials. He gave you an interview if you would put up with his bullshit and liked fly fishing. But that's another story and you had to be there. David was one of the last of the old school journalists and for me, a hero. I fell in love with him and his ethics and the passion with which he lived and wrote The Best and the Brightest and The Teammates. Do yourself a favor and read some of David's stuff. He was righteous and brave and good and made me proud to be a reporter and I went home afterwards with a renewed resolve to tell the best stories I could, no mattter how small and insignificant. One of my pilot lights blew out today when I heard he died in a car accident in San Francisco.