When I entered college, it was to study liberal arts. At the University of Pennsylvania, I studied English literature, but I fell in love with broadcasting, with telling stories about other people’s exploits.

All they expected me to do was rip and read the wire 'leads,' without doing any original reporting. It was pretty basic, but gave me a taste of how to combine my love of politics and broadcasting.

He thought the whole thing was so funny.

Instead, they tried to steer me toward jobs more traditionally held by women, in public relations or advertising, which didn't interest me at all.

On a scale of 1 to 10, I was a 12,

Once again, no one in charge had given any thought to the possibility that a woman would be involved.

It was a presidential election year, and as a member of a consortium of Ivy League radio stations, we participated in 'network' coverage of election night.

It's really exciting, isn't it? We came home and he said, 'Do you want a big wedding or a small wedding?' Here I am a hard-boiled reporter and I have got butterflies.

As kids, we traded 'I like Ike' and 'All the way with Adlai' buttons in elementary school.

To get interviews for their newscasts, I'd work the phones, calling locations to find someone I could interview when a story broke.