I guess I didn't think it through. I saw that July 4th fell on a Sunday this year, and figured Monday would be a standard workday. I tore myself away from my beloved Jersey Shore (where my son reports it's one of the all-time great beach days) and came into work today, only to find: it was as if someone made an announcement that the last person left in New York City would have cooties. You can roll a bowling ball down 6th Avenue outside our building and watch it fall off the other end of the island into the Hudson River. There's no one here. The company bought us cheeseburgers today (baked beans, apple pie, nice) because there are so few places to get take-out. So I'll say this: we have a broadcast full of news, we've been working on it all day, and we're anxious to share it with you. If you happen to be near a TV, that would be great.
We hope you can join us tonight, and happy (belated) 4th of July.