Tom Brokaw

Tom Brokaw has always been one of my heroes. My parents watched NBC Nightly News every evening when I was a kid. Even though I wasn’t into writing or journalism then, I appreciated his confidence and ability with words. Beyond that, he looks a tiny bit like my dad, so I trusted him.

When I was 20, Mr. Brokaw’s daughter Sarah came climbing with us at the Rodeo Wall near Jackson. A marathon runner and a therapist, she was a very fun person to hang out with. (She is now author of a new book called Fortytude.) After, I hoped to join my friends for dinner with Sarah and her family. Instead, they all went to dinner, and I went home and ate refried beans out of a can. I’d walked off a roofing job a few weeks earlier and had been climbing since. I’d bounced my last check and summer was almost over.

Last week, Tom Brokaw, who lives part-time on a ranch east of Livingston, Montana, came to Montana State University to speak and receive an honorary degree. I was going to skip it, but my mom made me go. Brokaw cracked self-depricating jokes, then talked about Iraq and Afghanistan and about our need for “national dialogue.” He asked us to “re-enlist” as citizens.

I recorded the speech and posted the audio with an article on My favorite part was when he talked about the Apollo 8 mission, the first time humans circumnavigated the moon and saw earth from space.

Introducing the newsman, MSU President Waded Cruzado quoted a forward Brokaw wrote for a 1991 book, Montana, into the Big Sky:

While it seems incomprehensible now, it wasn’t until I was in my mid 30s that I made my first extensive foray onto the land beneath the Big Sky. A week long backpacking trip in the Scapegoat Wilderness proved to be an infectious experience. Montana entered my bloodstream. I find the only effective cures are regular visitations to almost any place within its borders. Anyplace. A mountain peak in the Absaroka Range, with a ferocious storm racing up a basin from the south, bringing rain, hail and then a symphony of sunlight, thunderheads and sky. A herd of elk crossing the Sun River in the Bob Marshall Wilderness in ochre pre-dawn light. A 20-inch rainbow exploding from the turbulent waters of the Madison River, just north of Slide Lake. A grizzly bear foraging through huckleberry bushes on the southern flank of Glacier National Park. A Blackfeet Indian walking a long road at dusk, a pilgrim from Montana’s past, a traveler to an uncertain destination.

(Brokaw photos courtesy of Kelly Gorham, MSU News Service)


About Emily Stifler

I grew up in Vermont and live in Bozeman, Montana. I love topography: mountains, rocks, weather and people.
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1 Response to Tom Brokaw

  1. Bear Stifler says:

    I have nothing against Brokaw, but I was always more of a Peter Jennings man myself. Got the chance to meet Ed Bradley in New Orleans during Jazz Fest a number of years ago, and I was beside myself with excitement much to the confusion of my companions – They didn’t get it…

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