25 years and counting…
Ronald Reagan was wrapping up his first term as President, George Wallace was Alabama’s governor once again, the stock market closed at 1,115.28, and Apple Computer was about to introduce the Macintosh 512K, complete with an 8 MHz 68000 processor, and 512 kB of RAM for $3,200.
That was 25 years ago, August 1, 1984, the date I started at WALA-TV.
At the time, our studios were at 210 Government Street in Mobile, across the street from the old Giddens and Rester Theater and the Greyhound station, where Mobile’s Government Plaza now stands. Based on today’s standards, the setup was primitive. I used an IBM Selectric typewriter instead of a computer to write stories on forms that included carbon paper to make multiple copies. Reporters banged out stories on manual typewriters with huge type fonts. There were two noisy teletype machines, constantly tapping out news from the Associated Press and United Press International. You learned to listen for the bells that would sound when urgent news came down the wire. “Urgents” merited only a few bells, a “Bulletin” a few more. A big, world shaking story called a “Flash”, would set the bells clanging for a long time. Combine that with the sound of multiple police radios and telephones and the smell of cigarette smoke, it wasn’t the most pleasant environment, especially when the old plumbing backed up and the toilets overflowed. So much for the glamourous world of television!
News stories were still being shot on three-quarter inch tape. It was a bulky, fragile format that allowed you to record only 20 minutes on a cassette. The cameras of the day, including the RCA TK-76 with its cast iron case that could probably also be used to drive nails, still required a crew to carry, set up and use extra lights to produce acceptable video indoors. Wireless microphones were still a dream.
The news studio, at the other end of the building, was air conditioned to the point of refrigeration, all in an effort to reduce the heat generated by the powerful studio lights. The teleprompter we used was a combination conveyor-belt and camera contraption that required the pages of a script to be taped together and manually run by an operator. Occasionally, during a heavy rain, the ceiling would leak; you quickly learned not to touch the metal frame of the teleprompter and the ancient lighting board, seemingly left over from the days of silent movies unless you wanted a perm.
The old building was an incredibly inefficient design. Tapes were edited on the second floor above the newsroom. When a story was finished (often at the last minute), the story tape would have to be physically run down the stairs, across the building, around a corner, up a spiral staircase and shoved into a playback machine. If you have ever seen the movie, “Broadcast News”, you have a good idea of what the process looked like.
In 1984, I solo anchored two half hour newscasts a day, at 6 and 10 p.m. Eventually, I was joined by co-anchors, starting with Nancy Pierce and followed by Deiah Riley/Foster, Anissa Centers and Lenise Ligon.
In those twenty five years, I was lucky enough to travel on the station’s dime to New York, Washington, Rome, Paris, Madrid and Kuwait City. I met many people along the way, including a Pope and some Presidents. I’ve also anchored more than 12,000 newscasts and more hours of hurricane coverage than I care to remember.
The past 25 years have also given me the chance to promote educational excellence by serving as the master of ceremonies for the HiQ academic quiz program first sponsored by Scott Paper Company. It has allowed me to appear in person before tens of thousands of young people, and to meet hundreds of outstanding scholars. Outside of the usual greeting, “I’ve seen you on TV”, the next most common greeting I receive is, “I remember when you came to my school for HiQ”.
15 years ago, I started producing a weekly series which started as FBI Files and grew to be known as Fugitive Files. More than 400 fugitives have been arrested as a direct result of a program that offered no other incentive other than making neighborhoods safer.
It has also been a wonderful time watching my daughters grow up, go to college and get married. I did not want to periodically uproot my family and become a broadcast nomad, having seen the effect on marriages and families. My wife Marie deserves an enormous amount of credit for being there to assist with homework, provide carpooling and navigate those early morning rides to school. She was always there when the girls came home from school and I know they were better off because of it.
The way we bring you the news has changed radically, especially in the past few years with the internet expanding our reach, challenges and possibilities. The bottom line, though still comes down to good storytelling. And to borrow a line from the late Walter Cronkite, that’s the way it is.


