I had been to SA that weekend to visit my GF and was driving back hime for my 10 am class in the English Bldg. I had to be at work at noon, and I had an important errand after class which would have taken me on to the Main Mall, down to the Co-Op, and back to go to my car. I do not know the timing of all this with Whitman’s opening fire, but I definitely would have been in harm’s way if I tarried long at the Co-Op.
instead, I decided to cut my class and to run the errand later, and I went home to get ready for work. My Dad called and said: “I am glad you are home. There is a guy on the Tower shooting people.” “Oh, sure,” says I, and he said “Turn on the radio.” I was glued to a radio the rest of the day. TV was not a factor then.