This is from one of my old emails from an American friend in “the business” speaking about his day at his radio station when Challenger exploded:
** Anyone else working that day have a story to share?
I was in the production studio doing some pre-production and carting for my afternoon shift. The studio was just a short walk down the hall from the newsroom, and I had the door open. Through one side of the glass, I could see the guy currently on the air at the time. Behind me was the open door to the hallway. The place was pretty empty save for the two of us.
I remember I was rewinding the reel-to-reel, cueing something up on a turntable (remember those?) and in the background din you could hear the news machines - two little serial data printers (AP and UPI) - chugging away with the usual news headlines, sports scores, weather, and whatnot.
All of a sudden, I hear four bells go off on the AP machine. Remember, four bells were usually not a big deal - could have been a weather alert about how blisteringly cold it was, or the snow flurries we’d had that morning…so I didn’t even think twice about it.
After a couple of seconds, eight more bells went off. I thought that maybe someone famous or important had died, so I said to myself, “As soon as this tape is ready, I’ll go check that out”. Before I had a chance to start the tape, TEN bells went off.
My heart dropped immediately because I knew ten bells meant something BAD. Who died? Had a plane crashed? The last thing on my mind was the Space Shuttle. Without hesitating, I bolted into the newsroom to rip the paper off the machine.
The first (four bell) bulletin merely said, “THERE APPEARS TO BE A PROBLEM WITH THE LAUNCH OF THE SPACE SHUTTLE ‘CHALLENGER’. MORE…”. The next one (eight bells) said, “THE SPACE SHUTTLE CHALLENGER APPEARS TO HAVE EXPLODED A MINUTE AFTER LAUNCH. MORE…”. I felt like I’d been hit in the stomach. I couldn’t believe what I was reading.
The ten-bell bulletin was still coming across. It read something along the lines of, “THE SPACE SHUTTLE CHALLENGER HAS BLOWN TO PIECES A MINUTE AFTER LAUNCH…”. Before I could read any further, my eye caught a piece of copy that had been sitting in the recycling bin from the early morning’s newscasts.
It said, “NASA hopes to launch the Space Shuttle ‘Challenger’ today after days of delays. Below-freezing temperatures are not expected to cause a problem…”. I remembered that the launch had already been postponed for days for a variety of reasons: a loose bolt, a loose door…I remembered thinking the day before, “I hope this thing launches OK”.
We interrupted the (top 40) music to go to the wall-to-wall coverage we were getting off the Net News feed (United Stations at the time) and the on-air guy and I just stared at each other in disbelief as we listened to the news flow out of the monitor speakers. I remember just feeling sick to my stomach. We wheeled the TV in from the jock lounge to watch the coverage on TV.
The thing that sticks with me about that day was the weird, “out-of-body” feeling I had all day that day (I’ve felt the same way only five other times: when John Lennon was killed, when Reagan was shot, on 9/11 and when both my parents died). I still had to go on the air - albeit just to “host” the Net News continuous coverage - so I was stuck in the studio until 7PM. People came in and out the front door looking stunned. We all sat around the studio and talked about it, sort of like a group therapy.
Everyone hung around until night to see Reagan’s statement. Many of us had tears welling up in our eyes as we listened, and the reality what had happened started to sink in. On the air, we’d gone back to mostly music, but kept it to a somber, slow mood.
Just writing about it now, it feels like yesterday.
As a side note…does it seem to anyone else that the shock of Challenger somehow took some of the sting off the Columbia accident? I remember being shocked and saddened that day…but not to the extent of the Challenger explosion.**