During the past few years, the girls at Sacred Heart Academy have had a very special relationship with
an older man. And this is not the time for a joke about the school's recent misfortunes, which fell awfully close to home for my classmates from 2005 and I.
This is a different guy, a Buffalonian of such repute that the entire country turns to his white board to track the election. Any girl of the Keifer-era … that is, was taught U.S. Government and Economics by Mr. Jonathan Keifer … found herself glued to "Meet the Press" every Sunday morning, pen in hand, in preparation for "Meet the Press" quizzes given every Monday.
Mr. Keifer, now a teacher at Bishop-Timon (his alma mater), wanted us to be exposed to a close-to, unbiased presentation of politics and government in action. And we all grew to adore the cuddly South Buffalo boy whose smile graced those that deserved it and whose stare penetrated those who tried to slip around the hard questions.
A class below me even hopped on the T-shirt train and made "Tim Russert is my homeboy"
shirts their senior year.
With discontentment, I write about losing someone who made the world of politics bearable, even interesting, to a group of young women who did not yet have their patriotic ideas defined. He made that slippery, sometimes slimy world of Washington somewhat accessible and relatable to upper-middle class white girls who (most of us) had yet to open their eyes to that world and the importance of understanding it. Tim Russert never let us down; I can attribute a good chunk of my political interest to watching him.
Tim Russert was a son of Buffalo who "made it," and that inspired me. What are we going to
do on Election night now?
---Kristen Racjzak