Walking off the airplane and through New Orleans’ Louis Armstrong brought back memories from when I left back in mid-September. That day, everyone departing and arriving was either affiliated with an aid organization of some type — denoted by the vests they had on — or they were someone in the media. This time people
The next morning I expected to hear that the miners had been found for better or for worse, but nothing. The fire was still the problem and they still had to keep fighting it before they could really search for the men. We did several liveshots throughout the day but nothing like the day before
It was Thursday night and after a good run and workout at the gym I thought I might have a beer and listen to music on my computer before I went to bed. But first walk the boy — er, dog, Pedro. When I walked back in my blackberry had a voicemail and email message
We began our liveshots at 6am on the notes. A nephew of the miner who left one came to our site to be a guest on the morning show. He looked spent. After he was done with the interview he gave me a copy of the note. It gave me chills to even hold it.
We got back to the hotel around 1230am. We both turned on our tv’s to CNN. Anderson was reporting that the miners were found alive. I couldn’t believe it. I was happy, but it just seemed too good to be true. I ran over to Kimberly’s room and she was watching too. I called Rich