There have only been a handful of instances where I have been absolutely glued to the television. In fact, I can probably name them…
1. The infamous O.J. Simpson low-speed white Bronco chase–Now this is a bit of a stretch. My family and I were actually on vacation in Colorado, and after a long day whitewater rafting, all we wanted to do was order a pizza and lounge in our hotel room for the rest of the day. At first, we thought the TV was broken, because the same movie kept showing up on every channel. It took us a few minutes to realize that it wasn’t just a movie. Of course, Dad was riveted, and we spent the rest of the day watching the real-life drama unfold.
2. Nebraska Cornhusker games–Born and raised in Nebraska, I bleed Husker red. Even in the midst of the ugly Bill Callahan era, I remained a loyal fan, and will watch every game down to the final seconds to cheer my team on.
3. Lost–From the opening scene of the very first episode to the last moments of the series finale, I was hooked. The premier of the the final season even aired while I was in lying in the delivery room in labor with my daughter, but I managed to make it through the 2-hour episode without missing a word. How’s that for dedication?
4. September 11, 2oo1–I’d only been out of New York about two weeks, staying with my aunt and uncle in Texas while I took a year off college. On her way out the door to go to work, Leslie woke me, and told me I better go turn on the news. My brain still foggy from the lack of caffeine, it took me a few moments to process what I was seeing. One of the Twin Towers was spewing black smoke and, as I watched, an airplane flew into the second tower and exploded. When Tim and Leslie came home from work that night, I was still sitting in the middle of the living room floor, my eyes puffy from crying, TV blaring, wondering what the hell was happening to the world and praying that all my friends were safe.
5. Hurricane Irene–I don’t know if it’s because I spent so many years in New York, because I have so many friends and family living up and down the east coast or because this slow-moving storm is sort of reminiscent of that low-speed white Bronco chase, but I just can’t tear my eyes away. First the earthquake and now the hurricane. If it starts raining giant frogs or a plague of locusts arrive, I think it’s time my east coast friends relocate a little farther west. Luckily, the storm seems to be weakening, but I know Steven and I will continue to watch the weather through the night and tomorrow, checking our phones and email and facebooks for updates from our loved ones.
Tonight’s 365 Project entry is dedicated to everyone being affected by Hurricane Irene. Whether you’ve evacuated or plan to hunker down and ride out the storm, I am sending lots of prayers and positive thoughts your way. Stay safe my friends!