It started out as an ordinary morning at CityBeat over at 7th & Vine. I remember I was busy working, listening to NPR radio on my computer like I usually do.
Bob Edwards broke into regular programming to announce it appeared that a plane had crashed into one of the towers of The World Trade Center. Some minutes later, a second plane crashed into the other tower. I remember others in the office gathering around my desk as I turned the volume up on my computer. I remember trying to continue to work and how difficult it was.
This was on a Tuesday – production day at the paper. I remember the serious faces around me. I remember a reporter trying to focus in on a story she was writing that was up on deadline. I remember the tears in her eyes.
I remember going downstairs and going outside to smoke a cigarette. I remember a sales rep of CityBeat standing out there too with his cell phone trying to reach a friend in New York. He couldn’t get through.
I remember news editor Greg Flannery and the shocked look on his face. I remember general manager Dan Bockrath and the emotion in his voice when he talked about what was happening.
I remember riding the bus home that evening and how quiet it was. I remember turning on the television – something I seldom do – and watching Dan Rather. I was smoking one cigarette after another.
I remember being scared and thinking that life as we knew it would never be the same.