NO-lton Nash!

Recently I had visited an old friend of mine who reminded me of a very disturbing experience that, at the time, I resolved to have locked in my memory vault, never to rear its ugly head again.

Thanks, Scott, for inadvertantly causing the vault to break open!

When I was in Creative Communications at Red River College a few years back, our class was lucky enough to have one of Canada's greatest journalists pay us a visit and give us a presentation of his life and career. Knowlton Nash has been one of our nation's most recognizable faces for many years, entering our living rooms every night with his kind visage and knowledgeable reports on the day's events. I had watched Knowlton Nash's reports all my life, so to see him in person was a real treat!

After the presentation, I had the opportunity to approach him and talk to him. I was embarassingly shy and quite nervous! I mean, here is that face that I'd seen all my life on the television, now in front of me in the flesh! His charming features showed years of experience and told stories of places I'd never heard of, things he has witnessed that I couldn't even dream of - it was quite intimidating. What does one say to their journalistic icon they've watched all their life?

"Hello, Mr. Nash. Thank you for coming out and sharing your experiences with us. It really has been such an exciting adventure to be here with you today. I just wanted to tell you that I grew up watching you on TV, and to see you here in front of me, in real life, is really quite unimaginable!"

Silence.....cut to Knowlton Nash eyeing me up and down.

"Wow, you grew up well!"

???????

With a wave of red hot embarassment flooding over me, I thanked him, turned around, and walked away. THIS was my icon? My CBC hero, the man I had depended on my whole life for his mature and dependable reports, a man who had seen it all and been everywhere, who had YEARS of experience covering events I couldn't even imagine, a man I used to dream about having as my grandfather, thinking what Christmases with him would be like, as he showered me with Barbie dolls and BeDazzlers....Knowlton Nash was a pervert??!

Thanks, Mr. Nash, for turning me off the CBC, for ruining every childhood memory I had of spending evenings with my family in front of the TV, watching your reports. For the clubbing of baby seals and the famine in third world countries (after the comment he made to me, who KNOWS what this man is capable of!).

To this, I say, NO-lton Nash.

;)


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