In Memory of Barbara Walters

"She's insistent ... and persistent," he said to Management. "Doggedly persistent." "Hardly surprising," came the response, "and it's one of the things we love most about her." "Do we?" he pressed. "Because it's unnerving to some ... irritating to most ... and she doesn't really seem to care." "Ruffled wing feathers everywhere, eh?" Management replied, smiling. "Well, this is what comes from a life spent pursuing the truth. Whether it comes from a noble aim or a feeling of desperation, all you'll ever do is dig. So, if we've got ourselves one of the world's best diggers ... we'll rejoice, won't we?" Peter sighed, relaxing his shoulders. "Will she be bored knowing everything now?" he asked, concerned. "Oh, no," Management laughed. "I imagine she'll start asking the really hard questions about motive and intent. She'll be coming directly for me." "She's asked to see you twice already," Peter grinned. "Give me a minute to prepare and then show her up," Management responded. "How should I best appear to her in a cohesive form?" "Humble ... maybe even scared?" Peter offered, and they howled with laughter.