The morning of September 11, 2001 started out as a typical one on the morning radio show I hosted.
Our show on KOMO 1000 was always a bit schizophrenic---a mix of news, sports and talk---with snatches of goofy music and comedy bits tossed in.
A member of our broadcast team, Lisa Foster, was on vacation trying to claim the last vestiges of some sunny Seattle weather. It was an unremarkable Tuesday morning.
The day’s conversation began with our sports guy Bill Swartz discussing the remarkable run of the Seattle Mariners who were on the verge of winning the American League West.
Next, I offered my praise to the headline writers at The Seattle Times in their story about the city council’s decision to approve self-flushing public toilets:
COUNCIL VOTES TO PLUNGE AHEAD WITH TOILETS
And then, in mid-guffaws, our show’s newsman Gary Hoffman (now a talk show host on KFI in L.A.) came to the microphone.
“Breaking story,” he began. “Apparently a plane crashed into the World Trade Center in New York a couple of minutes ago.”
My utterance was not quite brilliant. “What?”