by Bill Snyder
I got a really nice email from a listener and volunteer thanking me for the music I programmed for the anniversary of 9/11.
It may seem odd, but I really look forward to programming that day, because there is so much music that I love that is a little too introspective for my usual mid-day shift. In fact, I couldn't fit in even a quarter of the music that would have been appropriate.
I'm sure that everyone has his own vivid recollection of where they were and what they were doing on that day. I mentioned that I was in Baltimore for a Public Radio announcers workshop led by a woman named Marilyn Pittman. Earlier that year everyone else here went to Boston for the same sort of workshop with her and they came back raving about her. Kate Cook and I held down the fort while they were in Boston, so it was our turn to go to Baltimore in September of 2001.
Being from the Harrisburg area, I know that route really well so I drove and Kate helped me memorize lines for a play I was doing at Ti-Ahwaga. We found our hotel near Johns Hopkins, located the community college where WBJC is located, and got dinner near the harbor.
There was a little restaurant in the hotel so we had breakfast there the next morning. I didn't want the maid coming in before I got back to get ready for the workshop, so I left the television on.
Of course you know what I saw on the television when I got back from breakfast. Kate's room was all the way at the end of the hall, so I ran down there and banged on her door.
BANG! BANG! BANG! "Kate! Turn on the television!" BANG! BANG! BANG! "KATE! A plane flew into the World Trade Center!" BANG! BANG! BANG! "Kate!"
"Yeahyeahyeah. Okay."
I went back to my room just in time to hear a reporter say, "Is that another plane?"
WBJC is strictly radio and completely classical music, so there was only one miniscule televison in an office. When we got there some of the 21 people who were taking the workshop were gathered around the door of the office trying to get a look at what was happening. Many of them were news people and their cell phones started ringing with calls from their stations. By ten o'clock, when the workshop was supposed to begin, there were only 7 of us left -- and no Marilyn Pittman!
The station was letting everyone without a cell phone call family and their home station. Kate called her husband, David, and I called my father -- I was planning on stopping by his house near Harrisburg on the way back from Baltimore. The funny thing is that I don't remember if we called WSKG!
So all of us had gotten in touch with someone -- and still no Marilyn Pittman.
And when she does arrive, she is fit to be tied. She got in a cab at 8:45 and said "Take me to Baltimore Community College!" The driver took her to A Baltimore Community College campus, but not the right one. So they went across town to another campus. And another. I don't remember how many campuses she visited on her unintentional tour of Baltimore, but she was clearly unhappy about being in a cab for an hour and a half.
And when she saw only 7 people there for the workshop that was supposed to have 21, she was even less happy. Then she found out what had happened in the world during that hour and a half.
We started the workshop eventually in a theatre on the campus. Classes had been cancelled and every hour a campus security person would interrupt us, saying that we had to go home. And Marilyn would tell them that, no, we were not a class, but were with the radio station. Finally in the afternoon session they came in to tell us that they were going to lock the theatre and we really had to leave.
All the restaurants were closed except the one at the hotel where Marilyn was staying, so we all decided to meet there to eat. There was a huge projection television in the restaurant and lots of other televisions too, so all we saw the whole time we were there was the planes flying into the Towers, people jumping out of the Towers,the Towers collapsing, and dust and debris chasing people uptown.
And again. And again. And again.
By this time Kate was feeling ill.
Driving back north the next day was pretty surreal. There was little traffic on the highway, even at York, PA where it's usually pretty dense. We stopped at my father's house a little north-west of Harrisburg and he gave us each some produce from his garden. And we stopped to visit my Great-aunt Julia who lived in the next town. She gave us each dishrags that she had been crocheting.
The traffic was light on 11 & 15 along the Susquehanna. I really despise the Sunbury-Selinsgrove highway and I was thankful for that. We seemed to be the only car on I-80 East. But that changed when we got to 81 North. I think that all of the traffic that would have gone north on 90 was making a wide berth around the Metropolitan New York area.
It was certainly good to be back here at WSKG. I had to completely change the music programming that I had done in advance, even though we were not sure when we would actually go back to normal programming. Kate was out sick for a few days with strep -- so she said; I think that after all that happened, she was looking for an excuse to spend time with her family. I know that it certainly did me a world of good to stop in to see my father and my Aunt Julia.
I also spent some time the next few days getting in touch with friends in and around New York.
I don't know where I was going with this, and I think the adhesive fumes from the carpeting they are installing in the new WSKG Master Control are making me a little woozy.
I think it's time for lunch!