when I woke up way too early, looked at the time, and happily jumped out of bed. That morning, December 3, was maybe the first time in my life when I was ecstatic to get up before dawn.
A few months ago I relistened to the beginning of the first broadcast, and I was instantly transported back to that morning - excited with anticipation, wired on caffeine after only a few hours of sleep, not entirely sure what I was about to hear. I recommend going back and listening to that first ten minutes - it is gut-wrenching, but in a good way. You relive the emotion of that morning, to put it mildly.
There were so many classic moments during the broadcast, particularly in that first half-hour. I could list them all, but describing stuff like this is like describing a trip to a theme park. No matter how incredible the experience, whenever you retell the story to other people, it always sounds lame. ("And then, we got on this big roller coaster? That went upside down twice? And when we got to the top, we all screamed and grabbed each other? Man, that was awesome.") But you know what I'm talking about - you were listening too. Some of you had RFD, and some of you were able to see it at Town Hall. I envy you.
To this day, when Charles does the news and says that I'm listening to WABC, I want to say to him, "Seriously?" It's weird, and not just because I'm talking to a random person on the radio who isn't even in the room. It's also odd because I still can't believe everything that has happened in the past 14 months.
Anyway. Happy half-year anniversary.