While we're all doing the post live shot 'good byes', the station is blowing up my nextel. It seems Haiti has suffered the worst earthquake in history. My job becomes getting into the city (anyone who has battled the Lincoln Tunnel inbound knows how hard that can be), getting to my apartment for my passport & making a 9 pm flight out of JFK. The stress meter was peaking for the entire ride. Of course, every turn brought traffic, traffic cops closing every street. The only thing missing was a random parade at 7 p.m. at night.
Thanks to some great driving by the courier, Artie, & N.J. Burkett clearing the way at the airport, we made the flight.
The flight to the Dominican Republic had a little impromptu entertainment when a lady who had purchased a bottle in New York decided to finish it on the 4 hour flight...looks like the flight attendants had a rough start to their week.
So here it is 4 a.m.and I sit here waiting to hop in a convoy of cabs to a live location, then regroup to figure out how to get to the epicenter of the earthquake.
In the end I'm a little tired, a little grumpy, and hungry.
So all you facebook friends of NJ Burkett, send him a little love & hope we don't kill each other.