So it was what Walter Cronkite calls "a terribly cruel travesty of fate" that Holliman, 49, should die so violently—in a head-on collision Sept. 12—just two miles from the suburban Atlanta house he shared with Dianne, 50, his third wife, and their son Jay, 5. Holliman's errand that Saturday—to buy maple syrup for his boy's waffles—was as prosaic as his career was adventurous. "The principal thing that makes any good reporter is curiosity," says Cronkite (who was to coanchor John Glenn's space flight next month with Holliman), "and John had it to the nth degree."
Growing up in Thomaston, Ga., the older of two sons of John, a lawyer, and his wife, Arva, Holliman "was a newshound from the word go," recalls Arva, 77. At 14, he was announcing Little League games on radio, and he went on to earn a B.A. in journalism at the University of Georgia. In 1980, Holliman became one of the first reporters at CNN, where his enthusiasm proved contagious. "Whenever they'd say, 'You have to go here, and Holliman's going with you,' I'd say, 'Great!' " says CNN's Wolf Blitzer. "I knew we'd have a good time."