Dear Russell (Wayne) Baker, If I may comment to you a few words ... If that makes sense. ..... Soborly I Like to write you....but I find that a little hard due to the state of my mind ..... To approach. You...Down to earth... I have been fortunate in my life to glean and gaze upon some literature I find worthy of weight and substance....I wished from reading your biography I concluded from the writing alot.. Your personality and the events of the world affecting the outcome of your desires.... What you gained from wanting something..... ????? To change.... I admire that..... I think you was a lucky person..... Seems the newspapers are going out of business.... I think its great.... To read your life briefly.. I didnt realize so much I wonder....why..... Criticisms and opinions the hard liners and fast balls.... Ect ..the words I dont speak but am bold enough to approach. Truth without slang or the coining of phrases such as im not with the character or position to use that would make me more respectable..Just having schitzophrenia I am dwindeling mostly in a euphoria of the disease even if I was beautiful the symptoms makes me ugly... Its nice to clarify these thoughts this cold winter Virginia morning.... Anything of the magic of New York City I imagine lives in my heart so as if heaven I visited..& without wasting to much time .... Or... For some reason I feel you..was never given to much free.... But I don't know... I just would like to thank you For your service to the people.... I think your journalism.... Is good.... Words can be elusive.... This morning I seem more approachable to write to you.... Than perhaps last night..... Something you worked hard for..with all due respect.... I think I like to read some of your articles you wrote.... Before I say that I like your style..! But even soo I think its more as if your outspoken opinions and thoughts I would having schizophrenic patterns would resonate like a preacher in a pew.... If I held you in esteem... Wich I believe I do.... However even the people who gossip.... Im learning to accept......I find it difficult to listen to syndicated brainwashing reporters..if I dwell in closed thoughts and not be willing to grow.... I wouldnt understand solving problems.... . My opinion of the criteria and frustration each one delivers on nightly news....by just not being honest with the public.... For reasons I think is there guidelines.... And... Among more sinister plots to make the world doomable......quota they need not have to make.... I believe I feel most of us is dumb...but the thing is I think we need to start somewhere to teach..... What we fell behind and missed from sick days or vacations..... I like to learn.... And I feel enlightened .....the times you held your jobs..... As a reporter of your stature.... From the lists of the Kennedy Eisenhower Sun New York Times....ect.....and your Pulitzer prize.....I like your quate. " I had a unhappy life " Thank God"" I just can not make this elegant and graceful I read you lived during the depression...I have alot of longing for the past and future....mainly of corporations archecteture. And symbols designs wars. And religions.. What a opputtunity.. I am 42 and I liked to approach you.... As honest and openly.... To leave the flowery words out.... You have alot of what most just as good.... People can do good or if not better.... I hope you are well either you researched.... Or didnt. Something was endowed on your heart... The audience deserves facts as well.... To me good journalism is plainly called journalism...... With reform school.... Like ettiques.....as if you was at a tea with the queens.... Thank you.... Im lonely tonight.... Much appreciation... In your biography I read and hope in your talent..... May God bless you.. Cindy Lynn Young P.S. I found a addtess along with your biography..... In a set of books long with others... ( current biography..... (1980) ..... H.W. Wilson Co.) If you like to write back you may.... Id love to hear from you....sorry my letter I cant seem to keep the bitterness out of my words may god steer are storms and days.....