The Morning Edition host reported from Tunisia and Libya while rebels toppled Qaddafi. Now he’s reliving that time— the good parts, that is—at a remarkable new restaurant.
Most mornings my alarm goes off at 2:45. That’s the drill, so I can make it to NPR’s studios in time to host our newsmagazine Morning Edition. I roll over in bed and often—sadly—I am alone. My wife, Rose Previte, is still two floors beneath our apartment in the restaurant she owns and runs, cleaning, counting money and locking up.
It’s not exactly a textbook marriage, if there is such a thing. It is the manifestation of our dreams—mine to travel the world as a journalist, Rose’s to open a restaurant and bar that serves as a place where our Washington, DC, neighbors can gather to taste the flavors of the world. Rose and I at least get a chance to kiss and say good morning—in her case, good night. She sometimes climbs the stairs to our apartment as I descend into the empty, quiet restaurant to wait for my taxi. I often look around the dining room with such pride, knowing the hours and passion and tears that Rose put into pulling this off.