I met Tony Snow in the kitchen of the FOX News bureau in Washington, D.C. He was wearing jeans, a T-shirt and white tennis shoes.
His typical work attire fit his personality – laid back and relaxed.
I immediately thought – oh, this guy won’t talk to me. I’m low on the totem pole and he’s a big shot radio host and TV anchor.
But he turned and smiled, introduced himself and shook my hand.
When he left FOX for his dream job as press secretary for President Bush, I was sad to see him leave the bureau.
He really stood out in the TV world of ego and uptight personalities. He was nice to everyone – from the cleaning crew to producers to visitors touring the bureau. He had that unique charm that made you feel like you were special.
When a friend of mine called me on Saturday to tell me that Tony Snow had died, I couldn’t believe it. Snow, 53, recently joined CNN as an analyst and photos showed him looking healthier, on the road to recovery from battling the same cancer that took his mother’s life when he was 17.
I turned on the TV to prove my friend wrong – but it was true. He was gone.
And now, as I think back to the kind man I met in the kitchen years ago, I realize how lucky I am to have known him.