Washington, D.C. is a city of great institution, and in its human form, there was no greater institution than Jim Vance.
For 45 years -- the longest of any newscaster in the region -- Vance treated every Washingtonian with courtesy, respect and the ability to not just read the news, but talk with you about it. The latter is an important distinction in this city, one ruled by political grandstanding and ruthless social posturing.
On Saturday, the nation's capital lost its kindest, most charismatic and respected voice of news and information, as Vance passed away at the age of 75.
I am not writing this as an employee of NBC Universal, nor am I writing this as a former intern at NBC4. I am writing this as the son of a Washingtonian. I am writing this as a 32-year old who was born and raised in Washington, D.C. Someone who took the local bus to high school every day, the same bus adorned with his NBC4 headshot.
I am writing this as someone who loves Washington, D.C. as not the seat of American politics, but the greatest local community in the country.
And Vance was the face and the voice of the local community.
But what made Vance great was not what he did, but how he did it.
Vance was as charming a newscaster as you will ever see. He was polite but direct. He could make you laugh and make you cry. He made you care about the community, whether you grew up on a metro line or simply spent a summer interning on one.
I did not know Jim Vance on a personal level. I met him on several occasions as an intern, and as incredible of a journalist as he was, what always shined was his urbane sophistication and truly warm demeanor.
He was the same person on television as he was in the newsroom, and was that very same person when you ran into him at the local florist. He was Washington D.C.'s guiding light. The city's voice of knowledge and community.
It's why despite hundreds of thousands of Washingtonians not knowing Jim Vance on a personal level, each and everyone felt like he was a part of their extended family.
We welcomed him into our houses every day.
We discussed the local happenings and important world issues.
We groaned when local teams were eliminated from the playoffs and shared imaginary yet all-too-real hi-fives when the teams won.
He wasn't just a newscaster. He was a Washingtonian. He was the guy whose photo you saw on the wall at local delis and the guy who stood behind you in-line at the very same place.
Death is human, but influence is forever. Jim Vance truly is a Washington institution, one that will never die.