"Where were you, when you found out..."
7 years later, that's still an opportune call-in question.
Letting-people-vent -- tell their stories -- about that terrible Tuesday -- is a REAL useful posture for radio.
Just now, CBS Radio's Charles Osgood used that line to open The Osgood File.
Good morning from Winston-Salem NC, where client WSJS is, appropriately, gently, taking-listeners-back, and honoring those who died that day. VERY well-planned and sound-rich, but not over-done. The traffic report is still where-the-traffic-report-goes.
7 years ago today, I was pulling into the parking lot at WINA/Charlottesville VA, as CBS News came on @ 9AM.
Lead story: an airplane has hit the World Trade Center.
Second story: Michael Jordan will suit-up for the Washington Wizards.
Inference: The airplane must've been a Cessna. An accident or a whacko.
Moments later, I walked past an abandoned reception desk, into a packed newsroom.
The entire station staff was aghast, staring at the TV.
Then I heard what you heard, wherever you were, if you weren't alone.
When the second plane hit, SOMEONE in the room you were in, maybe you, said: "That's LIVE."
TV had been doing replay after replay of the first plane hit.
When everyone-in-the-room-you-were-in at-that-moment realized a second plane had hit, someone said, aloud, "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK."
I was SUPPOSED to be returning to RI that day.
Plan A was that I'd drive the several hours to Washington, then fly DCA-to-PVD next morning.
I had a Priceline reservation at a hotel a mile from the Pentagon that night.
Plan B: The station put me up for another night in Charlottesville.
For the first time in history, Priceline excused reservations.
Next day, I, like many Americans, DROVE-where-I-had-planned-to-fly...15 hours to Providence.
Avis waived the Drop Charge.
As I exited the New Jersey Turnpike and headed for the GW Bridge, I did what you always do there, I glanced right, to admire the Manhattan skyline. But it looked different that day. There, in the air, hung that orange-brown cloud of death. Even with the rental car AC on, I could smell the sickening stench of death.
I said aloud, to nobody else in the car, "I'm getting a sailboat."