I’ve been a big fan of NPR for many years, probably going back to college. There wasn’t a TV in my room, but a radio tuned to the NPR station in Binghamton, NY.
Today, I volunteered at WABE, Atlanta’s NPR station, to answer phones for the first morning of fall fund drive. On my way there in the darkened Atlanta highway, I heard a local public figure talk about what she got out of listening to NP.
In the same vein, here are three memories I have of listening to NPR news:
3. Listening to the vice presidential debate in 1994. I remember thinking this as an interesting point to make.
2. Listening to the Iraqi War unfold on the radio in the early 1990s. There is something about radio, good radio, that can transport me to another time and place by listening to it. It has a different effect than TV.
1. 9-11-2001. I woke up late from a night shift at The Telegraph, NH. As was my usual m.o., the first thing I did as I stumbled between my bedroom and my coffee pot, was flip on the radio. That morning, I was stunned into thinking this event was not real. Could not be real. Even as the announcers were saying the towers were falling, I couldn’t fathom the event.
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