It was 11 years ago today. Where were you and what were you doing when America was attacked?
I had just dropped off kids, one at our baby sitter’s house, the other at pre-school. I was driving from our church pre-school to the American Family Radio studios, where I would tape sports shows on Tuesday mornings. It was during that short drive that I heard the first reports of the Twin Towers in NYC. I had not yet heard a report on the Pentagon.
I walked into AFR, and things were buzzing. I heard a receptionist answer the phone and say, “Yes mam, the Pentagon and Washington, D.C.” My first thought was anger at passing out wrong information at such a crucial time. Then I thought, “Dear God, Washington too.” I quickly found a television and confirmed my second thought.
I was on the Mississippi State beat then and drove to Starkville later in the day where we went through the motions of a press conference for a game that would be postponed. Rumors spread of $8 a gallon gas, and speculation spread of what might happen next. I learned the word “jihad” that day.
I didn’t like being out of town on a day like that. You wanted to be near family.