I had most of the week in a far country, where the cell-phone coverage is poor. When I arrived at dawn on Saturday to make the only weekend flight home, I was glad to find, in the lounge of the tiny regional airport, a free Wi-Fi signal. Hungrily, I linked up to the wired world. I pressed the tiny Twitter icon. And the tweets rushed in like river water through a breached dam. I was back.
Tweets appear in the order they’re received, so I was able to work my way down my “timeline” to see what my Twitter comrades had been up to through the week. Here at the top was a tweet sent only seconds before from Michele Norris, the NPR host. “Chicago is so majestic,” she wrote. I was drawn up short. Chicago? Michele is in Chicago? I should mention that I don’t know Michele Norris. I wouldn’t recognize her if she sat on me. Yet here in the unheated waiting room I found myself wondering why she would be in Chicago. I didn’t wonder very long, however, because instantly another tweet popped up. Michele had the Twitter bug this morning!
“Everybody at an airport is living for the clock,” she pointed out. That was a clue: Michele must be traveling. “And yet you can never find one when you need to check the time. Why? Why? Why?” It’s a good, tough question, the kind we journalists are trained to ask. But if Michele was worried about being late and missing her plane, I thought, why had she stopped rushing to her gate long enough to type a tweet about being late and missing her plane? Why why why?
I’ll never know. This was the last I heard from Michele. Perhaps she was stampeded to death when she paused in the middle of the concourse at O’Hare, tweeting. But there was no time to linger over Michele’s fate. Mark Knoller, the White House correspondent for CBS Radio and a tireless, obviously insomniac twitterer, was up with the larks and, as always, tweeting like one.
Whole thing here.