I remember that night well. Except I really don't. I was working for one of the city’s top Top 40 stations but was home watching something else, when a family member let me know what had happened.
 
That was the end of my time in front of the tube. (Funny, today that would be my first destination.) And for some reason, I didn’t think to tune into the place I worked at. Instead, I switched on WCBS-AM, listening as the story developed. (This was in the pre-Internet days, so you had to listen over the air.)
 
I stayed tuned until around 3 AM, when I finally fell asleep. Big mistake. My news director called me at 5:30 in the morning, saying, “You heard what happened?” I groggily said yes. “Then get in here! We need everyone!”
 
And so, after just two hours sleep, I got up and went all the way downtown to the studio. I got in around 7 o’clock. When I next looked up from my board, it was 11 PM.  I don’t remember what happened between when I went in and when I came out, but it was a very long day and we turned out a ton of material.
 
The only other experience I ever had like that was in a TV newsroom on 9/11. I remember rushing into work that horrible September morning. I left just before midnight. I’m sorry to say we were so busy, I have almost no memory of that day, but I know we delivered the goods, which in the end was all that mattered.