The Dark Side
George Weber, “the news guy,” died the other day. He was an acquaintance of mine, but no condolences are necessary; we barely knew each other, if that, and it was only through the New York Radio Message Board.
He worked at WABC in New York City, and then went with ABC Radio Network News. The George Weber we all knew was the greatest guy you would want in your life. The George Weber we did not know was into the most violent, sadistic, drug and alcohol, age-doesn’t-matter gay sex. Nobody knew, or suspected, a thing.
“He died the other day” really means he was stabbed at least 51 times, as best as the police were able to count. The other details are best left for the newspapers and not here. It was a tragic end, especially using the classic definition of tragedy: The fall of honorable men.
George was honorable, but somehow his demons caught hold of him. How and why will always be a mystery. Mark Twain, or maybe Frederick Nietszche, said every man is like the moon and has a dark side no one ever sees. We neither see, nor understand, when one of our friends goes haywire – you notice it on tv all the time when people say what a good person their axe-murderer neighbor turned out to be.
Maybe there was a fundamental fault in their brain wiring, some neural pathways that crossed the wrong way. We’ll never know.
He worked at WABC in New York City, and then went with ABC Radio Network News. The George Weber we all knew was the greatest guy you would want in your life. The George Weber we did not know was into the most violent, sadistic, drug and alcohol, age-doesn’t-matter gay sex. Nobody knew, or suspected, a thing.
“He died the other day” really means he was stabbed at least 51 times, as best as the police were able to count. The other details are best left for the newspapers and not here. It was a tragic end, especially using the classic definition of tragedy: The fall of honorable men.
George was honorable, but somehow his demons caught hold of him. How and why will always be a mystery. Mark Twain, or maybe Frederick Nietszche, said every man is like the moon and has a dark side no one ever sees. We neither see, nor understand, when one of our friends goes haywire – you notice it on tv all the time when people say what a good person their axe-murderer neighbor turned out to be.
Maybe there was a fundamental fault in their brain wiring, some neural pathways that crossed the wrong way. We’ll never know.
posted by Tom Carten at 2:14 AM
1 Comments:
Gee. 51 times already. He was serious or blind!
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