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.