Where Were You That September Morning?

I was still living in Kansas City, working at a small AM radio station doing afternoon drive. That meant I could stay up late, sleep in late. I woke up to the sound of crying in the other room.

My bride had been watching it all unfold on television, and I got up to see what was distressing her. I walked down the hallway – television in view the entire way.  As I walked into the room I saw footage of the second plane hitting the towers, and I knew the reason for the tears before I stepped fully into the family room.

I still had to go into the radio station that day – and honestly, I don’t remember what I did on the air, it’s all still a bit hazy and even emotional as I think back on it.

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