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ZONDERVAN Finding Moosewood, Finding God Copyright © 2013 by Jack Perkins This title is also available as a Zondervan ebook. Visit www.zondervan.com/ebooks. This title is also available in a Zondervan audio edition. Visit www.zondervan.fm. Requests for information should be addressed to: Zondervan, Grand Rapids, Michigan 49530 Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Perkins, Jack, 1933– Finding Moosewood, finding God : what happened when a TV newsman abandoned his career for life on an island / Jack Perkins. p. cm. ISBN 978-0-310-31825-5 (hardcover, jacketed) 1. Perkins, Jack, 1933– 2. Television journalists—United States—Biography. 3. Television personalities—United States—Biography. I. Title. PN4874.P4355A3 2013 070.92—dc23 [B] 2012027190 Any Internet addresses (websites, blogs, etc.) and telephone numbers in this book are offered as a resource. They are not intended in any way to be or imply an endorsement by Zondervan, nor does Zondervan vouch for the content of these sites and numbers for the life of this book. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means — electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or any other — except for brief quotations in printed reviews, without the prior permission of the publisher. Cover design: Gearbox Cover photography: Mary E Eaton / National Geographic Society / Corbis Interior illustration: Mary Jo Perkins Interior design: Katherine Lloyd, The DESK Printed in the United States of America 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 /DCI/ 22 21 20 19 18 17 16 15 14 13 12 11 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 9780310318255_FindingMoosewood_hc_int.indd 4 12/11/12 11:37 AM CONTENTS Foreword by Cal Thomas . 9 Introduction . 13 1 . Why Thoreau It All Away? . 15 2 . Horrible Man, Small Towns, and a Storyteller Makes It to TV . 25 3 . Small Lies . 49. 4 . Civics Lessons . 71 5 . A Faint Vision of God’s Face . 89 6 . Building Moosewood . 95 7 . Once You Have Slept on an Island . 107 8 . Signs, Voices, and the Fryeburg Fair . 127 9 . Shedders . 135 10 .Talk about Being Taken out of Context . 149. 11 . To Keep It New . 173 12 .As Prison Was Meant to Be . 197 9780310318255_FindingMoosewood_hc_int.indd 7 12/11/12 11:37 AM 13 .Here’s to You, Here’s to Me — Stop! . 209 14 .It’s All Solar Power . 223 15 .What Did Brando Want? . 235 16 .Blessedly Silent Spring . 255 17 . Asparagus and the Lily Patch . 271 18 . Loose Ends . 291 19 . Forever? . 295. 9780310318255_FindingMoosewood_hc_int.indd 8 12/11/12 11:37 AM INTRODUCTION Later, things would be different. By the time I found myself hosting A&E’s Biography series, doing essays for The MacNeil Newshour, broadcasting Fourth of July concerts of the Boston Pops in front of a third of a million people on the Esplanade plus millions more on TV, reporting documentaries across various PBS stations — by that time many things would be different. I would be different. And, significantly, TV news would be different, more as we find it today — a crazed kaleidoscope of crises and crimes, disputes and incitements, pointless polls and arguing experts talking too much about what matters little, too little of what matters most. So seems news today. But there was a time, back in the early days of TV news, a time I knew well. For three momentous decades, I labored and learned as a TV newsman, traveling that decidedly secular world, encountering many remarkable people who offered by word or deed lessons for a hungry heart to hoard. I reflected on those, absorbed some, but never plumbed the belief, the faith that oft underlay them. Nor, for the longest time, did I plumb my own. I never doubted the existence of God. I just didn’t care. I was doing fine living a life unexamined. Serendipitous flukes, coincidences, and 13 9780310318255_FindingMoosewood_hc_int.indd 13 12/11/12 11:37 AM FINDING MOOSEWOOD, FINDING GOD lucky breaks seemed to guide my life just where I wanted to go. I had success, recognition, and enough acclaim to coddle the ego. There was no room in my life for God. For a journalist, the coin of the realm is fact, hard fact. Not speculation. And certainly not unprovable belief. And yet, and yet . Though there was no room in my life for God, there was room in God for my life. The epiphany, when it came, came not by flukes, coinci- dences, or breaks but by more powerful guidance than those. At the height of my career, I made the drastic and transforming decision to retreat with my wife to an island-for-two off the coast of Maine. After years of telling other people’s lives, it was time to start living my own, time to understand and acknowledge the godly guidance that made it possible. And that would be the greatest story this newsman could ever report. 14 9780310318255_FindingMoosewood_hc_int.indd 14 12/11/12 11:37 AM 1 W H Y T HOR E AU IT All AWAY? “Commentator Jack Perkins Leaving NBC for an Island” — Los Angeles Herald-Examiner, front page headline After 25 years as a TV correspondent, anchorman and com- mentator, Jack Perkins said Friday he plans to retire from broadcast journalism next month to move to a small island off the coast of Maine. — Los Angeles Times, p. 12 “Jack Perkins Leaves for Maine after Leaving His Mark.” Jack started doing TV when TV started doing news. He is one of the founding fathers of TV journalism. He helped give it direction and purpose. TV news is important in our society because people like Jack covered news as if it were important and as if we viewers were able to understand and learn from it. — Burbank Leader “Newsman Perkins Ankling in June” — Variety 15 9780310318255_FindingMoosewood_hc_int.indd 15 12/11/12 11:37 AM FINDING MOOSEWOOD, FINDING GOD The day those stories appeared, five questions tickled. (1) Why did the Herald-Examiner think the story deserved front page? (2) Why didn’t the LA Times think it deserved front page? (3) Why was the Leader so embarrassingly effusive? (4) Why did Variety talk that way? And (5) just plain why? Why, in the midst of a successful and satisfying television career, was I chucking it — trading West Coast for East; mega- lopolis of eight million for island, population two; airline sched- ules for tide table; TV Guide for Peterson Field Guides; Saks for L. L. Bean; fourteen local TV stations and eighty-two local radio stations for none of either; three newspapers delivered to the front gate each morning and three more waiting at work, for a trip across the bay to Sherman’s to buy the local weekly; smog for fog; mockingbirds for loons; new BMW for used Jeep; convenient public utilities for woodstove and solar power; monthly bills and paychecks for monthly bills; sounds of sounds for sounds of quiet; and freeways for free ways? Why? For a quarter century, I had been a swimmer in the magic aquarium, an electronic image that flickered and fled. Correspon- dent/commentator/anchorman for NBC News is how I described myself. “Noted actor/reporter,” mocked a non-TV colleague, in envy, I assumed. “That blankety-blank Jack Perkins,” muttered a certain presi- dent of the United States, not in envy, I assumed. Chaser of big doings, teller of grand tales, dweller among great cities, I not only loved my job but loved myself for having it. So what happened? Didn’t I still enjoy the recognition? When approached on the street by a stranger to whom — I could tell from the knowing glint in his eyes — I was not a stranger but a 16 9780310318255_FindingMoosewood_hc_int.indd 16 12/11/12 11:37 AM WHY THOREAU IT ALL AWAY? familiar somebody from somewhere to whom he had to say some- thing, that wasn’t unpleasant, was it? Even better was being recognized by someone who really was a somebody. Like approaching Bob Newhart at a party to tell him how much I admired his work, only to find him approaching me to tell me how much he admired mine; or when someone on the phone told me his friends had been praising a commentary I’d delivered on the air that day, and those friends were Elizabeth Taylor, Gregory Peck, and Cary Grant, and the someone on the phone was Frank Sinatra. Why would I choose to “ankle” away from moments like those and become a certifi- able nobody? Beyond its superficial satisfaction, TV reporting offered joys of substance — the pleasure of a story well told, a persuasive com- mentary. A reporter had the rare and enviable power to shine light into the dark corners where land developers readied blue- prints for urban blight, where con men schemed “Chris tian book sales” to separate the gullible from their nest eggs, where malin- gerers feigned disabilities to bilk taxpayers, the shadowy back rooms where frauds, quacks, and never-rich-enough billionaires plotted and conspired. That flickering blue light in a distant win- dow really could dispel darkness. In an ephemeral medium, you actually could do lasting good. Why abandon that? Why would an ego fed on fame decide to diet? Why the introvert, dependent on recognition to grease social ways, withdraw to anonymity? Having persuaded himself that the spotlight shining on him really did make him brighter, why, while that light still shone, would the actor, midplay, exit grinning and head for a deserted island? Or as pastor Dr. Robert Schuller, a man who loved wordplay, 17 9780310318255_FindingMoosewood_hc_int.indd 17 12/11/12 11:37 AM FINDING MOOSEWOOD, FINDING GOD asked us in California one day, “Jack, Mary Jo, with all you have here, why do you want to Thoreau it away?” Clever line, which at that moment I couldn’t answer.