Abbie Hoffman brought in the stars to raise money for his latest environmental cause: stopping a pumping station from being built on the Delaware River in Pennsylvania. I was just 19 and working for WBUX in Doylestown. I covered the event with my friend Joe Mc Dermott, a reporter at the local newspaper. While at Studio 54 in New York, I interviewed Carly Simon, Christopher Reeve (who had just done Superman) and the brother of the now very dead Harry Chapin. I made the mistake of asking his brother, Tom, how his brother, Harry, was doing. "He's dead." YEEKS! I knew that. That same night, I interviewed Abbie, kind of. Just as I was asking my first question, he tried to punch me in the face, hitting my microphone instead. Every moment was captured on tape.....I thought. On the train ride home, Joe wanted to hear the interviews. As I looked down at my tape recorder, the machine was on PAUSE. I recorded nothing.

In 1980, just a year before leaving office, President Carter was scheduled to speak in front of the building that housed the new studios of WCSD, the non-commercial public radio station in Warminster, PA. Our studios were inspected by the Secret Service and all of it's non-paid workers were grilled. I even had the courage to ask if the President wouldn't mind dropping by for a short interview. It's only 10-feet away. "Maybe." was their answer. But, the interview never happened and for that matter, the visit never happened. The trip was cancelled at the last minute.

WABC's Program Director Phil Boyce was my News Director at KIMN radio in Denver, Colorado when the floods hit Cheyenne, Wyoming in the summer of 85. I had only been on the air for a month, when heavy rains drenched Cheyenne, about 100 miles to the North. Rivers and streams overflowed their banks and cascaded into the city----sending a wall of water smashing into homes, businesses and cars. !2 people died that day in Cheyenne---and because of the storm, KIMN in Denver became one of the city's only links to the outside world. Phil joined me in Cheyenne the next day and on our return to Denver, our two way radio crackled with more bad news. Two freight trains had collided and blown up under a highway overpass just outside of Denver. Just minutes later, word that a commercial jet had crashed in Dallas.

28 people died and 82 others were hurt on November, 15, 1987 in Denver, Colorado. Continental Airlines flight 1713 never made it to Boise, Idaho that snowy night. I was anchoring the news that day. I remember hearing some police radio chatter about a plane down at Stapleton International airport, but I'm thinking a small plane. When I read on the air, that it was commercial jet my voice trembled a bit with emotion. For the next 18 hours, I switched off from delivering the news from the studio and reporting from one of the hospitals where most of the surviving victims were recovering.

I ended up working at KGO in San Francisco a year after the earthquake in 1989, but ended up covering it on my night time talk show on KOA in Denver. Like any radio station outside of California, we were relying on the network to bring us the news. But, then, it dawned on me. KOA can be heard in 38 states at night. Maybe they can hear us in San Francisco. So here it is, minutes after the quake and the phones start lighting up. They're residents of California---reporting first hand what it was like. Turns out, many of the stations in San Francisco were knocked off the air by the Earthquake---and KOA was booming into the bay area.

I was working in Denver, when Timothy Mc Veigh blew up the federal building in Oklahoma city---killing 169 people on April 19,1995. I was doing a talk show then on KTLK, but didn't get to cover the actual attack, not until a year later. On the one year anniversary of attack, KTLK sent our afternoon show to Oklahoma to cover the event. What touched me the most was the make-shift memorial on a chain link fence where the Murrah building once stood. Thousands of letters, flowers and photos were taped or tied to the fence by people from all across the country.

One of my favorite assignments while working at KIMN and KOA in Denver was chasing tornados. Every Spring, they'd swoop down and wreak havoc, usually on remote areas East of the city. I would watch as the twisters would perform a beautiful dance in the middle of a farm, churning up a reddish like dust.

But, in 1988, three tornados actually hit the city of Denver. I watched all three of them, including one that nearly took out the control tower of the old Stapleton airport and then gobbled up hundreds of trees and dozens of roofs just a few blocks from the runways.

A year or so later, One big twister had it's eyes on Limon, Colorado, a small town about 100 miles East of Denver, right in the state's tornado alley. It was a direct hit, leveling buildings, knocking out power and phones---but miraculously not killing a soul. I spent two days there filing reports.

I know this is kind of an odd story, but unlike any other city in America, there is NEVER a day when the Mayor ISN'T in the news.Not only is he perhaps the best mayor New York City has ever had, he's probably one of the most controversial. How soon we forget his wife-cheating ways, his attempts to remove an exhibit at the Brooklyn Musuem of Art and his quality of life crackdowns that had bicyclists and pet owners running for cover. He almost single handedly cleaned up Times Square and the subways and he's bolstered tourism like never before. We had mixed feelings about the guy, until September 11th, 2001, when terrorists rammed a pair of jets into the World Trade Center towers. Rudy Giuliani gave us the courage, the spirit, the comfort and the leadership that New York City needed---and he's been doing it everyday. When he leaves office, this will be a mayor that will be sorely missed...but never forgotten.

This is an event I’ll never forget, mainly because it wasn’t an easy story to cover. Just before four o’clock in the afternoon on August 14, 2003, the lights went off in Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn. A few minutes later, we would all learn that the blackout affected 50-million people in several states including most of New York. For some, the lights were out for two days or more. Most of us got our power restored in 24-hours. My first reports came during Sean Hannity’s show on WABC, describing what was happening in Brooklyn as thousands of people fled the city over the Brooklyn Bridge. The subways were shutdown; traffic lights dark and hundreds of people were stuck in darkened elevators in dozens of New York City skyscrapers. After a series of live reports that afternoon, I, like plenty of my neighbors proceeded to get drunk. I woke up the next morning unable to get a dial tone and unable to summon a cab or a car service. WABC Program Director Phil Boyce suggested I walk. I did. Just before the Brooklyn Bridge, a cab passed by and with my flashlight, I flagged him down for the short ride to Penn Station. Thousands of stranded commuters were sleeping on the streets and plazas around the train station. My building stood dark except for the lights on the 17th floor, where an emergency generator kept WABC on the air. No electricity meant no elevator. I walked 17 stories to the radio station and began co-hosting the morning show with Curtis and Kuby and using just our reporters on the scene to keep people informed. The computers didn’t work and everything we said on the air was scribbled on paper or ad-libbed. Just before noon, our emergency generator conked out and our programming was switched to the studios at the ABC radio network where several of our hosts continued the show. I went home and crashed.

I had just finished my 9:00am newscast on WABC. As I walked into the newsroom, a dozen people were staring at the four t.v. screens---all showing the same picture: One of the twin towers was on fire. We didn't know why, so I took off for the subway...cellular phone in hand. Minutes later, I arrived at the Chambers Street station, just a few blocks from now TWO burning buildings. I find out in the next few minutes that two jets crashed into the towers, one of them while I was underground. What followed was near chaos. I had never been so scared in my life. I heard the first building tumble, but didn't see it. I watched the second building collapse and both times got caught in the stampeding crowd running away from falling debris and a rolling cloud of dust and smoke. If the attacks themselves weren't bad enough, the look of panic on everyone's face was enough to make you cry. I did, several times, that day.