Reservations were set for 7pm last night at a nice little jazz grill just off the University of Indiana campus. My daughter has worked at the NPR station there since graduating from the University of Kansas journalism school, and her responsibilities have grown from local news to a statewide show over that time. One reason for the road trip was for me to see her improved living quarters, more in keeping with a fledgling Katie Couric.
Dinner had to be pushed back in order to accommodate her long work day, but my daughter had plenty of good news. That morning she had been given her first White House credentials, and she had driven to Indy with a cameraman to cover the president’s speech. She described the secret service sweep as we dined on salad and salmon, and while the music played in the background of her story of the coverage, the image of her as a fifth grader showing stories to my father, a writer, ran through my head. “She’s got the talent,” he used to say.
Is if to accentuate that comment rolling in my head, she announced that she had pitched her first national story and was told by NPR Washington they liked it. It was a moment when a parent realizes that his child is truly making her own way. I decided to pay for dinner anyway.
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