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Common Denominators

by Richard G. Johnstone Jr., Exec. Editor

Richard Johnstone

Common decency, common courtesy, common sense � these were the ingredients for success in the life of a good man and a great mentor.

Many of us have a role model, or a trusted advisor, or a close friend. I�m one of a lucky few to have had all three. And in one person, no less: my mentor, Bill Dietrick.

Bill passed away 15 years ago this month, after a distinguished record of military service in Korea ... an outstanding career as a public relations practitioner ... a stellar tenure as a college instructor ... and a long run as a sly, insightful writer of this magazine�s closing feature, a column we called �The Last Word.�

Far more important to Bill than his career, though, was his long and happy marriage to wife Rosemary (who for 25 years has written our travel column), especially experiencing with her the difficulties and delights that accompanied the successful raising of three fine sons.

I first met Bill at the University of Richmond in the mid-1970s, as a junior majoring in journalism who hoped that taking a public relations class would broaden what I felt were iffy job prospects. During that crazy decade of Watergate and oil embargoes, of runaway inflation and interest rates, the job market was tight in lots of areas, few more so than in journalism. In an era awash in young journalists vying to be the next Bob Woodward or Carl Bernstein, newspapers and magazines enjoyed a strong buyer�s market for talent.

So, the option of a career in public relations seemed like a sound back-up plan for someone who was more interested in being paid to write, than in who signed the paycheck.

To the eclectic blend of full-time students and older career people populating that �basics of PR� night class in the winter of 1977, Bill looked and acted different than the usual sweatered, shambling faculty member. He wore a suit, for goodness� sake, under his close-cropped haircut and patient smile.

More than anything, though, he didn�t ride a podium while dispensing facts and theories and thoughts to a multitude of earnest scribblers. No, he actually made us work, and think, and interact with each other. He often delivered more questions than answers, and was fond of recounting actual scenarios, asking us to figure out how to handle them, before telling us how he had.

He worked the classroom like a glib host circulating among guests, making each of us feel special. What he was selling, really, was not knowledge, but something better: independent thinking. His roaming, probing, questioning style sparked in me a passion for the art of communications, as he encouraged all of us to be good students, sure, but to be something even more important: good human beings.

Though he was smooth, he was never slick. And though he was entertaining, his teaching was always grounded in the overriding importance of personal integrity. Doing what you say you�ll do. Practicing daily what you preach. Living life with passion and purpose. Helping others along the way.

Thinking for myself, and trying to live with integrity, were lessons that Bill taught me, lessons I still remember long after his passing, and more than 13,000 days since that night class so long ago. 

There is one more lesson that Bill taught in that class, though, an important one he repeated often in the years after I graduated from college, as our relationship shifted, from teacher and student, to colleagues and friends. Bill spoke often about the importance of �The Common Denominators�: common decency, common courtesy, common sense. In his deep baritone voice he would say, �If you give the janitor the same respect you give the CEO, you�ll be successful.� And he was right.

Even today, if you�ll scratch just a bit beneath the grimy surface of grim headlines and dire warnings, junk emails and tawdry texts, and reality TV profiles of psychos and misfits ... you�ll find the real America. The one with thousands of charitable organizations and millions of volunteers helping their neighbors every day, filling needs for health care, food, clothing, shelter and transportation.

And, of course, the America with member-owned, not-for-profit electric cooperatives serving 42 million people in over 900 local communities across the country.

In any place that calls itself a community �with neighbors rather than merely residents �you�re sure to find the common denominators that Bill Dietrick talked about in that college classroom so long ago.

 

 

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