Today is the 15th anniversary of the Oklahoma City bombing. I can't believe its been 15 years. I was in Chicago that day at Harpo studios shmoozing Oprah's publicist and watching her show when I was beeped (it was the era of the beeper) by CBS News telling me to get on a plane for OKC. I was furious to be pulled from Oprah's womb and called to make sure that this was a "real" story they were sending me to. (I was more ballsy and irritating than even now). Bill Owens, now at 60 Minutes, told me it was a HUGE story and to get on the plane.
I wound up staying up for two days shooting and writing and editing. When I left for the airport to go home, I started uncontrollably sobbing. I guess I'd internalized the actual story I was covering, and all I'd seen, until the moment I was done with my work. I'd imagine that happens a lot when you're working (medic, military, journalist, cop) amidst devastation, but it was the first time it happened to me.
I was so happy NOT to cover 9/11 as a journalist, because I got to experience it as a New Yorker, and feel it. (That was not fun, buit I didn't want to not FEEL this horrible thing that engulfed my neighbors and country. If I'd been at CBS News it would've been too big for me to feel. Do you get me?
For some reason, my blog on Friday didn't post (hope that didn't ruin anyone's weekend) so let me backtrack a bit.... I have to say, that "good for the Jews/bad for the Jews" game we played Thursday night was quite hilarious. Gloria's reactions killed me.
I need to go on record that I feel horribly that Jill did not get an opportunity to plug her book the other night. I didn't even know she HAD a book! I wouldve made sure it got MENTIONED! I am kidding, of course. I have never heard more shilling of a product in my life. I wonder: does that make you want to buy the book, or burn the book?
After the shill — I mean SHOW — I went for some drinks with Eli at the Boom Boom Room and Mr. Lionel Ritchie was at the banquette across from us. It was very "Say You, Say Me." I really do brake for Lionel. Last night I finally saw last week's Glee, and it was a very special Lionel-sode. Everything's coming up Ritchie, and it's about time that Daddy rightfully reclaimed his superstardom away from his daughter.
Friday morning I was on a train sitting close to a lady with a full mustache. Are we allowed to glance at the 'stache occasionally, or do we have to never look at this lady? I am sure the answer to this is in Jill's book but I didn't have it with me.
Here's our Web aftershow we taped with Jill and Gloria, featuring more "Good for the Jews/Bad for the Jews."
You certainly have an interesting past; usually at the right place for NEWS! It is hard to believe it's been 15 years since that terrible act of violence against innocent people transpired. Let's just say that Timothy McVeigh was "BAD for the Americans". His reasons for those actions remind me of the current crop of TeaParty members. They all hate the government and think they are true Patriots for that idea. They don't know the first thing about what they're protesting (ex. taxes were lower this year and they protested anyway). btw: Today, in Massachusetts, it's Patriots' Day!
I was on bedrest 15years ago waiting for my 2nd, (who is now 6" giant) - was so horrible, who would have thought what worse could happen? and then you made me laugh..
Thank you for reminding me about the 15th Anniversary of that horrible, terrorist act. Being there must have been extremely painful.
That woman with that full mustache on the train. This is NYC: the good, the bad and the ugly!
Andy - thank you for remembering the lives lost in the OKC Bombing. I lived 10 miles from the site and did experience everything 'real life', just as you did from 9/11. And, um, yeah - Jill's 'shilling' was over the top. I won't be buying her book.
HI Andy I really need you to ask " the countess" why is she trying to make Gill and Bethanny fight if LuAnn was rally truthfull she would let get close again, but the whole shown is just seems that she doesn't want Gill to be friends with Bethanny. and here is a tip PLEASE READ YOUR OWN BOOK !!!!!!!!!!11111
Wow Thank you for remembering... I was teaching at the time in Tulsa I got a call from my then husband who was working for a news station.. he said " I won't be home Its bad I don't know when Ill be home... the things I have seen.. the stuff I have smelled.. I got to hang up now.." I didn't see him for a week... he was never the same...my heart goes to you...
by the way andy..
you? good for the Jews!
BURN IT. I can not listen to one more word about that darn book. You did soooooo fantastic with the show and adore you!
I can't believe it has been 15 years. That was a terrible time and I remember being traumitized just watching the coverage. I can't imagine having to report from there. To this day, I still can't get that baby out of my mind.
Onto happy times, I love you and religiously watch, "Watch What Happens Live" but man that 1/2 hour with Jill and Gloria was terrible. It wasn't you, it was them. Jill has just become unbearable and she used to be my favorite. Please no more Zarins and that stupid book.
why does it seem like that most of the housewives reality shows has less and less married women on them ny hoosewives jill and ramona are the only ones married atlanta lisa and nene nj has the most real married women on the show.
Today I'm going to eat at Sonic.
Fifteen years ago was lying in bed reading when there was a loud noise and the house shook. I initially thought that a car had hit the house. I lived in Oklahoma City and I was three and half miles away from the Murrah Federal Building.
Within a couple of hours I was scrubbed in surgery at St. Anthony's. I was no longer an employee, having parted ways with the hospital almost a year earlier. I was part of three separate teams working at the same time on the most seriously wounded patient. I've been scrubbing for almost twenty years. I remember two patient names. This woman is one of them. (The other was named David Stapleton.)
At one point I went to see if I could help in instrument processing. St Anthony's was the nearest hospital to the federal building. (Close enough that the hospital building itself had minor damage.) Hundreds of walking wounded had found their way to the St. Anthony ER. Almost all of them had severe lacerations. The average hospital stocks maybe thirty suture trays. Luanna, the scrub in charge of processing, had her staff opening every tray we wouldn't being using that day, the GYN instrument and the like, and reassembling them into suture trays: Two hemostats, a needle holder, a pair of scissors and some forceps.
When I came out of surgery, I was surprised to find bags full of Sonic hamburgers. Someone at Sonic had figured that there would be a lot of people working a lot of hours at the hospitals who would not have much chance to eat. They made and sent thousands of burgers to every hospital in town without being asked.
Today I will say a prayer for the souls of the departed and a prayer for the continued health of the survivors and families. And I'll eat at Sonic. Updated 3 hours ago · Comment · LikeUnlike · Report Note
The Oklahoma City bombing is a sad anniversary and a reminder that we have a growing number of idiot militias in this country again.
I call missed opportunity! You should have struck up a conversation with Frida Kalho! As for Shill Zarin's book, my sympathy is with the trees that sacrificed their lives to make it.
Thanks for the mention of OKC. I am from there but have resided outside Houston for 20+ years. My entire family still lives there. It was devastating to this day and they still feel the effects of the tragedy.
My youngest sister was one of the people who started the day care available there. She got to know the people and kids as if family. Her career took here someplace else at the time of the tragedy, but after the event she was so devastated, she moved out of country and we do not hear from her.
I go "home" several times a year and when driving past, or near the vicinity I still do not look or have ever visited the site. The evil that lurks is too close to home.