When I was in elementary school, my brother and I were each allowed to pick one hour of television each Sunday that we wanted to watch in the upcoming week. We actually had to get out a pen and circle our choices in ink in the LA Times Sunday TV insert. My parents did the same and their one pick a week we were all allowed to watch was always 60 minutes.
More or less, those collective chosen three hours of TV were all the family ever watched in the house excepting specials on KCET like Carl Sagan’s Nova.
While I was too young to fully grasp the 60 minutes stories on Anwar Sadat, Mikhail Gorbachev and various other leaders and events that shaped the world I was growing up in, I always understood Andy Rooney .. he was familiar .. like a grumpy Mr. Rodgers.
On behalf of all the kids that grew up listening to and learning from you Mr. Rooney, thanks a lot.