During my half a century in public life, my image and reputation have had more ups and downs than the Cyclone roller coaster at Coney Island. I have been called savior and sinner, fool and wise man, crusader and exploiter, hothead and dope. I am routinely scorned, admired, beloved, and belittled--which one is usually based on when the viewer tuned in. Were you around for my early days as a crusading local newsman? Did you waste an evening with...