Overhead lights flickered. Bloodcurdling screams filled the hallway. How much longer would those barricaded studio doors hold? Not much…
So, Burt Armstrong did the only thing he knew. He took to the airwaves and delivered the catastrophic news. The local legend had been a trusted news source for nearly three decades. No reason to stop now.
The skilled broadcaster didn’t have the luxury of painting a picture. Instead, he was blunt, unforgiving. Find shelter. Be safe.
His voice cracked, the magnitude of the situation hitting him hard. He was signing off for the last time.
There would be no tomorrow.
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