Spending forty years at one local station is, as far as I know, unheard of in the broadcast industry—except me. And I had no intention of staying at WECT longer that a year, live at the beach, get sand between my toes, and move on with my career in a larger market, several of which I had already worked in prior to my hitch in the Air Force. But, it didn’t happen that way. Let me reflect, and dwell on big events and important changes.
I was here during some technical transitions worth mentioning. We shot black-and-white film in spring-wound silent cameras at first. Then, color film revolutionized our daily efforts, along with battery-operated cameras, sound, etc. Next came videotape and electronic editing, replacing the old film splicer, razor blades for emulsion scraping, and a pot of glue. I wasn’t here at the time yet, but the station moved from a totally unsuitable old dance hall on the third floor (no elevator) of the old telephone building on
Now to events. The first big news story of my tenure was the assassination of Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr., and what happened here as a result.
Good things happened, though. In 1968, the aging James Walker and Community hospitals (white and black in that order) were replaced by
I’m sure there are other big events I can’t recall at the moment, but this was enough to make for a pretty busy time.