April 24
McLean, Virginia
In mid-morning, Ebert emerged from his bedroom still dressed in bathrobe and slippers and clomped down the steps to the main floor of his townhouse. He headed directly for the front door to get the newspaper from the sidewalk, following his daily routine. Along the way, he heard the television news from the other room as his wife followed her daily routine of watching the CNN morning “Breaking News.”
If anything had happened while they were asleep, she wanted to know immediately. Ebert had grown tired of the 24/7 news cycle, figuring that he always knew the headlines before they made it to print, so he could wait till he got to his office to be briefed by his staff. Unless his wife insisted on filling him in on the latest political news over eggs and bacon in t
