A shock tonight to hear of the passing of veteran CBS newscaster Lou Miliano. Facebook is good and bad that way. It keeps you connected even in sadness.
My connection with Lou goes back to my days at WCBS AM. Lou was the station’s stellar correspondent. We became fast friends without meeting face to face for the longest time. He was always in the field and I was always in a tape studio ready to take his feeds. I was awed by his insight and talent. He could mix sound in the field and do what we in the news biz called a ROSR (reporter on scene) bringing radio listeners to the scene with his words. I never had to do his mixing for him. He was a wham, bam, thank you ‘mam reporter. Down and dirty and onto the next, without missing a detail, a soundbite, a newsmaker.
He was also one of the coolest guys in the biz. You just wanted to hang with him. How could you not? Intelligent and he rode a motorcycle. A smart guy in a leather jacket.
His official obit will list all of the stories he covered all over the world and all the awards he deservedly won. What they won’t list is the support he gave to his friends and I am glad to have been among them. Long after we both left the radio news biz, he retired and I went to law school, we found common ground in our love of all things Italian.
When I moved there for a brief while, Lou was one of the few people who stayed in touch, writing to me in Italian but letting me know I had a friend at home. When I started my travel company, Lou even had me plot out his future move to Sorrento. When I was writing my first book, Amalfi Blue,Lou was the first fellow journalist to get behind me all the way.
Facebook kept us connected. I didn’t even know his battle with cancer had reared its head so recently because it seems like just the other day he was messaging me about something Italian.
He was a true rockstar among journalists but I will miss him more as a friend than as a colleague. It was a true privilege to have been both.
I am sure Lou is on the back of a bike, hugging every curve of the Amalfi Drive, coming at you in three-two-one. Abbracci dear friend.