It was just another day. A Tuesday. The alarm clock went off at 2:17am. I thought that particular setting gave me time to wake up, do some initial show prep, take a shower, then head into work so that we were on the air by 5:30am.
Another Murdock, Hunter & Alice Show was underway. The day before we had interviewed the author of a new book, that was all about 9-1-1 calls. I’m sure his publicist thought it would be a good idea to do a tour and let people promote it on the date, 9-11.
In order to get the maximum amount of payoff for our efforts, we would air interviews early—like around 5:45am….and then, give them a replay later in the day, when more people were in their cars on the way to work. Our first commercial break happened around 5:35am. The three of us checked in, made small talk, mentioned we had this author coming up in a “pre-sell” and then hit the spots.
The spots finished, we played a song and then, after Alice gave her traffic update, we launched into the feature. As it played, we started seeing news reports about a plane crashing into New York’s twin towers. At first, the thought was that it was a small plane, like a Cessna. Then reports kept coming in. By the time we got to the top of the house, as we followed events on TV, we knew it was more than that.
KLSY was a music station. Whenever we did a break, if it went over four or five minutes, it had to be the greatest thing ever broadcast on radio. That day, September 11th, 2001, we went wall to wall talk. Following the events as they unfolded, passing along information from news sources, as well as listeners calling in. It was my first real experience at a talk radio program and I would like to say I enjoyed it, but it was if being in a bad dream. During our entire time on the air, it didn’t seem real. By the time I got it through my head that a commercial airliner had crashed into the building, another one came in. There were reports of people hijacking jets and crashing them intentionally into buildings. You’ve gotta realize, at the time, nothing like this had ever happened. Now, not once, but twice.
No one event in my days on this earth has been so life-changing. Innocence was lost. Days of greeting people out at the airport gate were gone. Unthinkable things became reality.
I don’t look at this day as a day of sadness, but rather, as a reminder of vigilance. We’ve cried and adjusted our lives to better defend ourselves. When September 11th rolls around, it should be a reminder to us all. To just pay better attention to what goes on around is. To remember that, as sad as it seems, there are people in this world who feel it is their job to destroy us.
We will never forget those we lost. It’s our duty to remember as much of those events vividly and do everything in our power to make sure that something like it will never happen again.
God bless the U.S.A..