“You must get this a lot,” I whispered to him, wondering why on earth I was suddenly feeling sorry for Walter Cronkite.
“Everywhere,” he said. “I don’t report anymore. Hardly ever. It’s almost impossible.” He shook his head. “That’s why I envy you.”
I looked closely into his face to see if he was kidding, but he did not seem to be.
Four years later in New Hampshire, I would interview him on the CBS set, a few minutes before he was to go on the air and do his last broadcast of that primary as the CBS anchor. He recalled that day at the Harris rally and talked about it.
“It is one of the great sadnesses I have,” he said. “It’s so difficult to go out on the streets. The fame thing is so, so —” He finished the sentence with a wave of his hand. “I wanted to go out to people’s homes with the canvassers this time. You know, to see what people were saying about the candidates.”