The Cable Guys
Monday, May 12, 2008
posted by Dale at 9:14 PM
A few heated exchanges, some humorous moments, and a chicken in every backyard. The first televised forum with the candidates for Sacramento mayor provided some interesting viewing on News10. But in my opinion, the best performance of the night, goes to my colleagues in the News10 Engineering Department. Engineers, directors, technical directors, photographers seemed to pull it off without a single glitch. Watching from home, you'd never know that days of planning and hard work that went into that 90 minute production. The News10 production crew laid 2000' of cable inside the Secretary of State's office building, mounted microwave antennas and transmitters on the roof. They hauled in tons of equipment, and built a control room and hardwired a video switcher, 6 cameras, videotape machines and audio board in a small room adjacent to the auditorium. They had to learn all the quirks of the building's unfamiliar lighting grid and public address system, and make those systems behave just as if we were back in the familiar confines of the News10 studios. The debate was highly promoted, and thousands would be tuning in to watch this historic event. Yeah, there was a little pressure. When I walked into the auditorium at the California Museum, three hours before the start of the forum, I was put at ease by the sight of so many of our veteran engineers tweaking and fine tuning this broadcast complex that they wired together in just a few days. The forum ended and the feeling was something between relief and shear elation. All that hard work had paid off. I exchanged smiles and high-fives with the crew and then I walked out to my Jeep parked on 11th street. I heard someone yell "Dale!" But I looked around but didn't see who was calling my name. Turns out, the voice came from five stories above the street. Up on the roof, our engineers were already busy taking down the microwave. And reeling in all the cables. And I think, loving every minute of it. PS. I won't post the names of this fabulous crew, for fear of leaving someone out. And even though I call this blog post The Cable Guys, some of our most experienced engineers are most decidedly not "guys!"
McCain Endorses Schornack!
Friday, March 7, 2008
posted by Dale at 11:19 AM
Well, it was really more of a "congratulations," than an actual endorsement. This was August 1991. After working for six years as a reporter/anchor in Phoenix, I was leaving to take a similar job in Dallas. I had interviewed Arizona Senator John McCain numerous times. And now, one of my last assignments was to run out to Sky Harbor International, and grab a quick interview with Sen. McCain as he arrived on a flight from Washington, DC. These were the good ol' days of domestic air travel, when anyone could just waltz up to the gate without a ticket. My photographer and I met the senator walking alone up the concourse. He probably just wanted to get home to his family, but he was gracious enough to hang around and answer a few questions about some failed military coup that just happened in some other part of the world. 1991 was the year of the military coup, and I can't keep them straight. I think it was a failed attempt to oust Gorby in Russia. But I digress. My photog broke the news that this was my last week working in Phoenix television (like the senator would have any feelings on the matter whatsoever. Turns out he did.) McCain spontaneously launched into a humurous and seemingly heartfelt send-off. I never forgot his kind gesture. He could have just blown it off with 'Yeah, well good luck, Dave'. Of course, he has enough media savvy to know that the camera is rolling, and this little gem is surely to be a highlight in my 'going away tape'. That's the funny, retrospective video played at the goodbye party. If you ever burped on live TV (or worse), it will show up in your going away tape. Senator McCain demonstrated his character last fall, following a campaign event in Sacramento. He stepped out of a downtown hotel, in a hurry to catch a flight at Sacramento International. The spacious SUV that was supposed to wisk McCain and staffers to the airport, was broken down curbside. As George Warren observed in his report, some other frazzled candidates would have chewed out their aides on the spot. McCain just took it all in stride, and folded himself into the back of a taxi. None of this, of course, is meant to be an endorsement of Senator McCain. I'd like to think we're going to have good leadership, no matter who wins in November. For information on all of the candidates, checkout Politics/Vote 2008 on News10.net
Back To The Future
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
posted by Dale at 8:11 PM
Some SacMetro firefighters jokingly offered to show me which end of the camera to look into, when I arrived for a Good People story shoot in October. Most firefighters have a pretty good sense of humor. Helps to deal with the stress, I guess. They thought it was funny and a little strange that I showed up without a photographer, pulled a MiniDV video camera out of my car, and shot the story myself. I've shot many stories since that day, and the reaction is always pretty much the same. 'Why is the anchorman shooting his own story?' and what did I do to deserve this punishment? No punishment. I actually enjoy shooting and editing my own stories. Television newsrooms, even in larger markets, are beginning to rely more and more on "video journalists." Nowadays, broadcast-quality video cameras are small, light-weight, and easy to use. They allow almost anyone with some basic photography skills to shoot video, even for a newscast. And if I can go out and shoot my own story, and do it well, it frees up a News10 photographer to go to other assignments, with or without a reporter. More news content from the same number of people. For me, this trend toward video journalism is like coming full circle. I started out in television news in 1979, as a "one-man-band," shooting, writing and editing my own stories. Back then, the equipment was heavy, bulky and the video quality not so good. Today, even the name is lighter and more elegant. "Video journalist" instead of one-man-band. And now I can dump the video into my laptop and edit the story at home. No more all night sessions at the TV station, working on a videotape editing bench the size of a Volkswagen. Most of my Good People stories are shot a few days before they air on News10. So I have the luxury of taking a little more time to write and edit a package. Most of my stories are edited when I get home after the 11PM newscast, while I'm enjoying my only quiet time of the day. Cristina and Jennifer have also been shooting video and stories for newscasts lately. We really admire News10 videojournalists like Dan Adams, John Blake and Will Frampton, who shoot, edit and air their own stories every day. Dan admits, the hustle and pressure are not for everyone. And I think it would be difficult for a newsroom to be competitive solely with videojournalists. There will always be stories and breaking news events that require a reporter and a photographer. News photographers are some of the most interesting people you'll ever meet. They see a lot, and enjoy sort of a fraternity with other men and women who share their craft. I'll miss the conversations, driving with a photographer to and from assignments. As a "one-man-band" in 1979, I hoisted a 20 pound video camera on one shoulder, slung a 30 pound record deck over the other shoulder, strapped a huge battery belt around my waist, and went to sleep with a police scanner beside the bed. I'm glad I survived it the first time, because I think being a videojournalist will be even more fun, the second time around.
From Here To The Moon
Thursday, November 8, 2007
posted by Dale at 1:10 AM
This is one of the Beta Test Stands, at Sunrise and Douglas in Rancho Cordova, during a S-IVB engine test in the mid 1960's. S-IVB is NASA-speak for the third stage of the Saturn 5 rocket that launched astronauts to the moon. The rocket wasn't going to the moon, until it passed a full systems checkout on the these test stands. Douglas Aircraft built the third stage in southern California, but conducted the tests on Aerojet property in Rancho Cordova. Aerojet engineers built the engine for the Apollo Command Service Module, the spacecraft that orbited the moon.
Norm Brock, who I interviewed for my story, could barely stand to watch, as Apollo 11 lifted off the launch pad, on a mission to land the first astronauts on the moon. Norm was a young engineer, working for Douglas Aircraft in southern California. He was assigned to Project Apollo in the early 1960's, and designed a number of electrical devices that controlled critical systems on the Saturn 5 rocket. One of those devices triggered the staging sequences. If the third stage spacecraft did not successfully separate from the second stage booster, the mission was over. Another one of Norm's devices controlled hydrogen pumps, that allowed the third stage engine to be re-started in space. Again, if Norm's device didn't work, the flight to the moon was finished. So you can understand the pressure Norm and thousands of other aerospace workers felt, as they watched every Saturn 5 liftoff toward the moon. A number of times during a moon launch, the success of the mission came down to one of Norm's devices. As Norm discussed in our interview, individual engineers were responsible for certain critical systems on Saturn 5. If one of those devices failed, thousands of other engineers would know by name, who was responsible for that failure. The third stage of the Saturn 5 was built by Douglas Aircraft in Huntington Beach, and then flown to Mather AFB and trucked the short distance to the test stands on Aerojet property. Before Norm and his family moved to the Sacramento area, Norm would fly up from southern Calfornia to work on the spacecraft, as it was being checked out on the test stands. Norm would be here for four or five days at a stretch, and never even get a motel room. There was no time. The Apollo program was on a fast track, and the work often went on around the clock. Engineers like Norm, who worked on the third stage, had a special affection for the S-IVB. It was a fully functioning spacecraft, unlike the first two stages of the Saturn 5, which were boosters that didn't have to function for any great length in the harsh environment of space. And those booster engines only had to fire one time. The third stage engine had to fire once, for several minutes, to put the Apollo spacecraft in orbit around the earth. Then engine sat idle for several hours, while the spacecraft made a couple of orbits around the earth, giving Mission Control time to do a systems check and give the order to go for the moon. Then the third stage engine had to re-start in space, burn for about eight minutes, and boost the astronauts out of earth orbit and on their way to the moon. Re-starting the engine in space was not easy to do. Too many things can go wrong. And once again, the success came down to one of Norm's electrical devices doing it's job. They never failed. The third stage testing on the Saturn 5 was just one part, of the huge role Rancho Cordova played in the Apollo program. Aerojet built the engine that was used on the Command Service Module. The CM sat on the top of the Saturn 5, and carried astronauts and the LEM (lunar lander) all the way to the moon and back to earth. It obviously played a huge role in Apollo. Hopefully, we'll re-live that history in a future story on News10. I'm already trying to track down some of that film, and have spoken to engineers willing to share some memories of Aerojet's role in going to the moon.
One last note. About five years ago, an Unidentified Flying Object was spotted in our solar system, heading toward earth. This was no comet or space rock. And it caused some real excitement among astronomers. Powerful telescopes on earth were aimed at this UFO, and finally the mystery was solved. This UFO was actually the third stage from the Apollo 12 mission. For nearly 40 years it's been in a wide orbit around the sun. Most of the other third stages crashed on the moon. Gravity pulled this S-IVB into an orbit around earth, until the sun's gravity yanked it back out into the solar system. It'll re-enter earth orbit some years in the future. And in a few thousand years, it will probably hit the atmosphere and burn up. But hey, before that happens, we should have the technology to bring this relic safely back to earth. And put it where it belongs. At Sunrise and Douglas in Rancho Cordova.
Lunch At Diana's
Friday, August 31, 2007
posted by Dale at 12:46 AM
I'd only been working at News10 for one week, when I was sent to London to cover the funeral of Princess Diana. But first, I had to wait for the moving van to arrive, and quickly rumage through packing boxes to find my passport. Then we sped off to San Francisco and caught a non-stop flight to Heathrow Airport.
I interviewed dozens of people on the streets of London, and it was surprising to hear so many of them tell a story of seeing Diana in person. Maybe just a brief glimpse of the Princess, but it was still an unforgetable moment. And they treasured the memory now more than ever. Diana was truly the "people's princess," and it was not uncommon to see her moving around London.
When her sons, William and Harry, were young boys, Diana would sometimes drive the princes to school. There is a particular gate where Diana would exit the grounds of Kensington Palace. She would turn either left or right, because directly across the street was a small cafe. Cafe Diana.
The owner, Abdul Basit, opened the cafe in 1989 and named it in honor of the princess he so admired. Through the front windows of the cafe, Diana would often wave to the owner and customers, as she drove out of Kensington Palace. The walls inside the cafe are adorned with pictures of Diana, some of them taken inside the restaurant. It's a charming little cafe that neighbors love to frequent. Diana would stop in about once a month for a cappuccino.
Ocassionally she would bring her boys across the street from Kensington for a hamburger and soda. It was a rare moment, when the boys could just be ordinary kids, out for lunch with mom. Patrons graciously respected their privacy. A customer once turned to the table next to him and asked to borrow the catsup. He was rightly stunned when the bottle was handed to him by a smiling Princess Diana.
Cafe Diana was my favorite of all the stories we reported in the days before her funeral. Looking back now ten years after her death, it's remarkable how the technology of news gathering has changed. We didn't have time to pack an editing bench for the trip to London. That would have required three or four big, foamed padded, steel reinforced cases for editing decks, monitors and cables. They just don't travel very well. After News10 photographer Kevin Tansey and I finished shooting the story at Cafe Diana, we roamed the hallways of a hotel where some other American news crews were staying. We begged for time on their editing equipment, when they weren't busy using it themselves. Kevin edited the story on at least three different benches.
Today, it's possible to throw a small Mini-DV video camera and laptop into a backpack, edit the story on the computer, and feed it back to News10 over the internet. Rather than drive to a satellite uplink, we can feed the story back from a hotel's WiFi network. Or maybe even a small cafe near Kensington Palace.
The Best Sam Promo I Ever Saw
Thursday, June 14, 2007
posted by Dale at 10:03 AM
I bet a lot of working parents have days like this. You listen to your voice mail, and every new message seems to mean cramming more work into an already busy schedule. Then you hear the one message that reminds you why it's all worthwhile. It's your kid, breathlessly delivering some nugget of good news that just couldn't wait until you got home for dinner. I save those messages, because they still make you smile, even when you're playing it back for the 20th time. Somehow I got the idea to work a few of those messages into a News10 image promo. I hoped it might ring familiar with a lot of other parents.
Ever since my son Sam learned how to dial a telephone, he's been leaving the most wonderful, straight-from-the-heart messages on my voicemail in the newsroom. The messages are usually those memorable events in a kid's life that make headlines around the dinner table, like getting a prime role in a school play, or an "A" on a math test. And when the excitement of the moment is preserved for history on voicemail, it's as real as it gets. You can't fake this stuff.
I didn't think I could adquately explain my little promo idea to the gang in the News10 Promotions Department. So I pulled a few messages off my voicemail, shot some video around my desk in the newsroom, and taped Sam's "standup" in the backyard. On the home computer, next to the kitchen, I edited a 30 second Father's Day promo. It was meant to be just a demonstration of an idea, not an actual promo. But James, our 11PM producer (and a dad himself) was kind enough to squeeze the promo into a few newscasts, on the week before Father's Day. I hope you enjoy!
The Original Reality Show
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
posted by Dale at 1:58 AM
20 years ago, anyone could buy a cheap radio, snip a couple of wires, and listen to every cell phone conversation in town. For some "scanner freaks," it was the original reality show, and they tuned in 24 hours a day.
It is no longer possible to eavesdrop on someone's cell phone conversation so easily (unless they're yakking loudly in a restaurant). But recently, more people have become concerned about the possibility of the government listening to their private conversations. The New York Times exposed the National Security Agency's "terrorist surveillance program." Critics dubbed it a "domestic spying" program. The media liked the term and it stuck. The NSA monitors international phone calls, when a suspected terrorist overseas calls someone in the United States. So it's really a "part-international, part-domestic terrorist surveillance program." You can see why the media opts for "domestic spying," even though the term is less than accurate, and probably accounts for some of the concern about government eavesdropping on our daily conversations.
I do not think the government is listening to our cell phone chatter. But it appears that a new high tech breed of scanner freaks is attempting to build a radio that can listen to most any cell phone.
A scanner is a radio that is designed to receive police, fire, ambulance and aircraft frequencies. It's all perfectly legal. But 20 years ago, some scanners were designed to be easily modified to receive cell phone frequencies. Very illegal, at least to listen. One diode, standing tall on the circuit board like the Washington Monument, could be easily identified by someone with no knowledge of electronics. A quick snip of the wires, and the most private of conversations poured from the speaker. Business deals, politics, sex, crime and drug dealing. And all of it very, very real.
NGO Security, an international security consulting firm, recently reported that a group of researchers was sharing information on the internet, with the goal of developing a scanner capable of listening to cell conversations, and sharing information on how to build it for under $1000. Even if they succeed, it's likely cell phone companies would be able to design some new encoding or other means to defeat it. When cell phones went digital, it became nearly impossible for anyone except a government spy agency, to eavesdrop on cell conversations. And in all likelihood, it will stay that way.
A greater privacy concern, might be something I discovered while doing research for this blog. The cell phone that we take everywhere, can be used by law enforcement as a "roving bug." An article on ABCNews.com recently reported, "the FBI has the ability, from a remote location, to activate a cell phone and turn its microphone into a listening device that transmits to an FBI listening post." The secret was revealed in a New York court ruling. The defendants argued, that if the FBI wanted to bug someone's home or office, they must sneak in and plant a listening device, just like in the movies. But the judge disagreed, and said there's nothing wrong with using cell phones as "roving bugs," as long as the law enforcement agency gets court approval to conduct a wiretap.
Another reason to be concerned about your privacy? I'm probably not the best one to judge these matters. I've been wearing a tiny microphone almost everyday for the past 30 years.
The Remarkable Benefits of HAM
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
posted by Dale at 1:00 AM
After spending a couple of hours at the Strawberry Festival on Saturday afternoon, I jumped into my Jeep and headed to Lake Tahoe. The amateur radio on the dash was tuned to one of the more active repeaters in northern California, where hams like to hang out and chat. A repeater is a radio that receives a signal and instantaneously re-broadcasts it over a larger area. It allows hams to talk to each other over greater distances. Repeaters are maintained by amateur radio clubs, and located on hilltops or tall buildings. Most of them are "open access." Any ham is welcome to talk on it.
On my drive to Tahoe, a ham came on the air and gave his call sign. I keyed the mike, gave my first name and call sign (N5YSR), and began a pleasant conversation with a guy named Glenn. I was 10 miles west of Placerville, and Glenn was in his home in Fort Worth, Texas. The internet has given hams a new way to talk cross-country, and even around the world, without expensive radios and huge antennas.
There are thousands of amateur radio repeaters scattered all over the United States. You can drive across the country, and always be within range of a repeater. And now, thousands of repeaters around the world are linked via the internet. That's how I was able to talk with Glenn in Texas. Driving home from work late at night, I've listened to Dino, one of our News10 engineers, chatting with friends in Japan or the Philippines. You don't even need a radio to talk on repeaters all over the world, just a computer and internet connection. EchoLink is free software, available to licensed ham operators. With EchoLink, talking to other hams in England, Israel, Australia, or any other country, is as easy as clicking the mouse on your home computer.
And the FCC has removed the biggest hurdle to becoming a ham. It is no longer necessary to learn Morse Code to obtain an amateur radio license. The entry-level No Code Technician license only requires passing a multiple choice exam. Books and study guides contain all of the possible test questions and answers. With a little study, it's not difficult to pass.
There is some comfort, driving down a lonely stretch of highway at night, knowing that you can key the mike and instantly hear a friendly voice on the other end.
When James Kim and his family became stranded on a snowy mountain road in Oregon last winter, they were out of the cell phone service area. But the bay area family was likely in range of a ham radio repeater. The Kim family turned off Interstate-5 at Grants Pass and headed toward Gold Beach. There are four repeaters in Grants Pass and one in Gold Beach. They were almost certainly within reach of one of those repeaters, and local hams familiar with roads in the area. Even a small hand-held ham radio might have prevented a tragedy.
Hopefully you will never need to use a ham radio in an emergency. As a licensed ham, it is much more likely you will make some good friends. Where in the world, is up to you!
The Greatest Story I Ever Told
Thursday, April 26, 2007
posted by Dale at 9:02 AM
It began the moment I saw a young girl walking barefoot into a tiny village in Honduras. Her arm firmly in the grip of her father's hand, alongside a brother and sister. Her name was Norie. She was nine years old, and blind since birth. They had walked two days through the rain forest to get to this village. Missionaries told them they would find American doctors here. I was traveling with this medical team for several weeks, hiking and paddling a dugout canoe between villages in the Miskitia jungle of eastern Honduras. Both of Norie's eyes were covered by scar tissue. Doctors presumed it was the result of a disease when she was an infant. The scar tissue was like a blindfold over Norie's eyes. Even healthy eyes will go blind, if shielded from light for seven or eight years. Retinas no longer function. Still, there was the smallest glimmer of hope. When Norie looked directly into the sun, she could see the shadow of a hand move in front of her eyes. That was enough for these doctors to take a chance. It took six months to make the arrangements, to bring Norie from her remote village, to a city on the north coast of Honduras, where she could be flown to the United States. Eye surgeons at the University of Minnesota Hospitals knew the odds of giving sight to this little girl were incredibly long. We stood in the operating room, as a doctor performed delicate surgery under a microscope. Scar tissue and a cataract were removed from her right eye, and a new clear cornea held in place with tiny stitches. We would not have to wait long to find out if Norie would be given a most wonderful gift. The next day, when the bandage was removed to check on the stitches, a little girl stepped out of darkness, and into a world of sunlight and color. At the age of nine, Norie could see for the first time in her life! It was not crystal clear vision. But fitted with glasses, Norie could soon walk around on her own, hold a baby chick, and play kickball. In just days, this child who was quiet and withdrawn, was suddenly laughing and delighting in every new discovery. Television and flush toilets were the most amazing devices. And she asked why some people were dark and others were light. After a month of recovery, it was time to take Norie home. There was a family back in Honduras that she had never seen. A Honduras military helicopter, a little rusty around the rivets, landed us in Norie's village. Norie's mother was the first person out to the chopper. But they were quickly surrounded by a dozen relatives and a crowd of excited villagers. As best as you can see through tears, Norie saw their faces for the first time. The Miskito Indian villages in Honduras have no electricity or running water. The natives hunt and fish, and raise pigs, goats and cattle for food. Most of their lives are spent doing the basic chores necessary to survive in the jungle. And there are no hospitals or modern medical clinics nearby. So you can imagine how amazing this was, to the people in Norie's primitive village. The little blind girl, now able to see for the first time in her life! To them, it was nothing less than a miracle. And that's just how we saw it too.
Remembering Killeen
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
posted by Dale at 1:19 AM
Nearly 16 years ago, I was reporting from the scene of "the deadliest shooting rampage in U.S. history." It would be good to never use that phrase again, to report a breaking story. But sadly, this week, it's all over the news.
October 16, 1991. I was an anchor/reporter in Dallas, TX, when a lone gunman crashed his pickup truck into the front window of the Luby's Cafeteria in Killeen, TX at lunchtime. He opened fire with two semi-automatic handguns. 23 people were killed and 20 others wounded before the gunman took his own life.
For days after that rampage, people would stand at the Crime Scene tape that surrounded the parking lot, and stare at the broken windows. Sometimes for hours, they would just stare in silence. You knew without asking, they had lost someone. I would not even think of walking in their direction with a microphone.
Almost a full day after the shootings, while investigators were processing the crime scene, a Luby's employee was found hiding in an industrial dishwasher. He had been too affraid to come out.
The story of one other survivor was more widely reported. Suzanna Hupp was having lunch with her parents in Luby's. They had been married almost 50 years. Both of her parents were killed in the massacre. Long after the shooting, Suzanna agonized over her decision to leave her handgun inside of her car, when she pulled into the Luby's parking lot. She wondered, might she have been able to save the lives of her parents, and many others that day?
Suzanna Hupp later led the successful drive to pass a concealed weapons law in the state of Texas. Four years after the deadly rampage, Texas lawmakers made it legal for citizens to carry a concealed handgun. To qualify for a permit, a person needs to be 21 years old, pass a criminal background check and a firearms training course.
Virginia Tech, of course, is a university campus and not a restaurant in Texas. No one is seriously suggesting that college students should be toting handguns in their backpacks. But like Killeen, the tragedy in Virginia has stirred debate over common sense handgun laws.
There are many well-considered gun laws already on the books. And no doubt the gunman broke a few of them before he ever set foot on the campus of Virginia Tech. As we begin to learn what events led up to this senseless killing spree, I would also hope to be reporting on some solutions that might actually prevent another such tragedy in the future.
Is This Man A Threat To National Security?
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
posted by Dale at 1:58 AM
I didn't even know high power rocketry was a hobby, until I started reporting on the exploits of JP Aerospace. Now I'm certified to fly motors that can kick a rocket up to 28,000 feet. The FAA allows my more experienced rocket pals to fly close to 100,000 feet. One-third the way to space! We've mentioned the sport a time or two in crosstalk on the news desk.
Understandably, high power rocketry is a highly regulated hobby. You need to be certified to buy the motors, from a licensed vendor, at an FAA sanctioned launch, with a satellite phone standing by, in case Air Traffic Control needs to divert commercial airliners into our designated airspace.
All good regulations, of course. But since 9-11, there's some concern that the sport will be regulated out of existence. New this year, high power rocketeers must obtain a Low Explosives User Permit (LEUP) from the federal government. It turns out, applying for a LEUP is sort of like doing your own taxes. Everyday.
So, for the moment, hundreds of us are grounded, while we navigate the maze of regulations involved in getting a federal permit to blow stuff up. Hey, the whole purpose of rocketry is to make sure things DO NOT EXPLODE! Surely there must have been a better way to do this.
SlingBox A Hit With Mom
Monday, March 19, 2007
posted by News10 Staff at 1:13 AM
If you're a regular visitor to News10.net, you know that we videostream some of the reporter packages that air in our newscasts. Very cool. But 1670 miles from Sacramento, on the frozen plains of South Dakota, Lena Schornack is not entirely pleased with our web video. Mom only gets to see me for about 10 seconds, as I read the intro to a well-crafted reporter package. Obviously, something needed to be done to correct this travesty. SlingBox has proved to be a high tech, relatively low cost solution. I know a little about computers (emphasis on "little"), but I did recently manage to configure one of these devices to my internet connection and satellite receiver at home. SlingBox allows a person to watch live television over the internet. Mom hasn't missed a 5PM or 6PM newscast in weeks. At her computer in South Dakota, she can turn the satellite receiver in my living room "on" and "off," and even switch the channels. A few nights ago, my son Sam was watching Fresh Prince at 6PM. From 1670 miles away, Grandma rightly switched the channel to News10. Sam flipped it back to Fresh Prince. It was a long distance battle for the remote. Grandma won. But now, if Lena tunes in at 5PM and sees Cristina anchoring solo, I've got some explaining to do. "Sorry mom, I was off shooting a Good People story. I'm not sick. I'll be back for the 11PM. But that's 1AM your time. Don't bother staying up."
KABY-TV Aberdeen, SD Summer 1977
posted by News10 Staff at 1:02 AM
Note to aspiring young TV journalists: If this guy can make it, you've got nothing to worry about!