With today being the 9/11 anniversary, I was looking at these old pictures. Serious, I'm not trying to be a hated man, but this is where I was on 9/11.
My station had sent a crew to Hawaii to produce a series of stories on resort living. I sat on my balcony looking out at empty beaches and skies. I'm told it was frantic back in Los Angeles.
We had a lot of worries about getting home that week (yeah, I know. Maybe 30 pounds).
Lunch wasn't one of the worries (Ahi salad).
One of the most tragic days in history. Surreal doesn't even begin to describe how it felt at the time.