I balanced a plate brimming with potluck offerings on my
knees and eavesdropped on a nearby conversation. It was sometime in1981, within
the first year of our move from the Midwest to Seattle. I overheard two friends
talking about their favorite radio show, All
Things Considered on National
Public Radio. I don’t remember their words,
but I can still recall the excitement in their voices as they discussed the
afternoon program’s mix of
news, interviews, commentaries, reviews, and offbeat features. Until
then, although I’d watched public television, I don’t think I even knew what
public radio was. Soon, though, I was tuning in regularly to hear the day’s
news from Susan Stamberg and later Noah Adams, Renée Montagne, and Robert Siegel (who still serves as
co-host, now with Melissa
Block).
Before
long I was listening in the morning, as well, to Morning Edition with Bob Edwards. It was his voice I heard on
weekdays when my clock radio woke me in time for work. I especially looked forward to Edwards’s Friday
morning calls to Tallahassee to talk with sportscasting legend Red Barber. It
didn’t matter that I wasn’t much of a sports fan, because the conversations
often digressed to the weather, Barber's flower garden, history, and social
issues. I was especially touched when “Colonel Bob” (as Barber referred to
Edwards because of his “Kentucky Colonel” honor from his home state) inquired
about Barber’s wife, Lylah. I know I cried when Edwards gave his final tribute
to Barber when he died in 1992.
So, during a recent visit with our son and his fiancée in
Washington, DC, I was as excited to see the NPR logo when we drove by its
headquarters as the cherry blossoms just starting to bud around the Capitol.
After a little searching on the Internet, my husband discovered that NPR has a gift shop and offers public tours. A couple of days later, we stood in the lobby with a dozen other fans, sharing our names and our favorite NPR program.
“When my husband and I moved to a remote village in the
North Cascades that didn’t have radio reception,” I told the other tour
members, “I listened to Morning Edition
on cassette tapes that a friend recorded and mailed to me.”
“Nice friend,” one woman replied.
The guide steered us to a soundproof auditorium, sometimes
used for live performances. That day, half a dozen people fiddled with a laptop
and projector, preparing for a staff meeting.
I thought back to a talk I’d attended at Earlham College (where my
daughter was then a student) by Andrea Seabrook, who began reporting on the
U.S. Congress for NPR in 2001. Herself an Earlham alum, Seabrook had spoken
about the importance NPR placed on storytelling; I imagined that day’s staff
meeting spending at least some time discussing storytelling craft. Because of
NPR reporters’ skill with the narrative form, I’m among the thousands of
listeners to experience a “driveway moment,” unable to get out of my car until I’ve
heard their final words about an event and the people affected.
I was just about to graduate from high school when NPR went
on the air May 3, 1971; that was made possible by unanimous passage, in both
houses of Congress, of the Public Broadcasting Act. It would be more than a
decade before I started listening regularly and relying on the service as my
primary news source. I felt like a star-struck teenager as we toured the new
building that is home base for the staff I respect such as Lourdes
Garcia-Navarro, Nina Totenberg, Steve Inskeep, Audie Cornish, and Richard
Harris.
That day, we took an elevator from the building’s main floor
to the fourth floor to see an array of satellite dishes on the “green” rooftop,
planted to provide cooling in the summer and to retain heat in the winter. The
rooftop garden and many other features of the new building earned it a silver LEED
rating by the U.S. Green Building Council. On the next two floors, the guide
ushered us past cubicles for staff of Morning
Edition and Weekend Edition; she
pointed out Studio One and the cluster of workspaces for the researchers and
librarians. Some people sat at desks in front of split-screen computers; others had raised their adjustable
desktops so they could stand.
The guide pointed out a round table in the center of the
newsroom, crammed with computer screens and circled by chairs. She explained
that when there’s “breaking news,” reporters cluster there to file
stories. The desk was busy the very
first time NPR broadcast from this building—the day of the bombing at last
year’s Boston Marathon.
The “breaking news” desk was quiet the day of our tour; instead, the most
excitement was when we all streamed in to Studio 3. This fully-equipped back-up control room and broadcast studio is identical to Studios 1 and 2 that are in regular use. In the event of big news events or technical problems, reporters and technicians can step in to Studio 3 to keep the news flowing.
Back in the lobby after the tour, I took note of the display of NPR reporter Philip Reeves’ “13 Rules” - a mini-lesson in cross-cultural interviewing.
Much has changed in my life since I first started my day
with “Morning Edition,” but clearly I’m still an NPR fan. Radio reception at my
home on Lopez Island is slightly better than what we had in the mountain
community where we relied on a friend’s cassette recordings, but satellites
have to be in perfect alignment for a clear signal in the house. Now I typically listen to news reports on the
car radio and download my favorite programs to my iPhone. Which is what I’ll do
as soon as I post this essay to my blog. One episode of Wait Wait... Don't
Tell Me! lasts through a walk with my dog. Since my tour, I’ll have some
new images in my mind just about the time I round the last corner and hear
Peter Sagal’s closing words…
THIS is NPR.
Oh, how this tugs at my heart! NPR (or, as a colleague of mine, of a different political stripe, used to jokingly refer to it, National Pinko Radio) has been a formative piece of my adulthood. I started listening to it in college, falling in love with Bob Edwards' comforting, gravelly voice. (I later learned he was--is?--a heavy smoker, hence the gravel. Sigh.) Then I discovered A Prairie Home Companion. For three decades, NPR joined me on my morning and afternoon commutes, and helped me make dinner. I contribute regularly and gratefully. And--shameless bragging here--since Melissa Block was in my class in college, I feel even closer to ATC 'cause I know just what she looks like. :)
ReplyDeleteSO glad you got to take that tour, Iris, and thank you for taking us with you, just in case I never get back to DC.
Ah, a brush with fame - Melissa Block was your college classmate! Comments like yours and others I’ve received have convinced me I’m not the only start-struck, sentimental NPR fan. In fact, I learned on the tour that NPR is the largest radio organization in the U.S. with 975 stations and 27 million listeners! That’s a lot of people who love storytelling; lots of “driveway moments,” too. Thanks for sharing your appreciation for NPR.
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