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Moorhus: I really want to cover the presidential debate in 1992, but I don't want to take away the opportunity for you to talk about the third traumatic event that happened that was so stressful. We talked about Johannesburg and the beating in South Africa, and we talked about the carjacking. You said there was a third event that was so traumatic for you.
Simpson: The third event was last summer, a year ago, May. May 15, 1993. I remember the date, because it was the date I was receiving my first honorary degree from Marymount College in Tarrytown, New York, and I was so excited. Susan King, who is a former colleague from ABC and a local anchor at Channel 7 here, that's her alma mater, and so she and I decided to fly up together, and she actually hooded me, so it was a very special, lovely event. It was a beautiful day, and it was outside on the Hudson River. I was just really thrilled with the day, and had told ABC.
The ceremony was at noon. I thought I could get on the three o'clock shuttle [flight] and be back in Washington at four, so that I could do the newscast that Sunday night. We went up early in the morning, took an early shuttle up in the morning, and then went to the ceremony, and then came back and took the three o'clock shuttle. Having a great time, got on the plane, there were a couple of other ABC people on the plane, and the plane was quite full for a Sunday afternoon flying from New York to Washington.
We were in La Guardia [Airport]. As I said, again, it was a gorgeous, gorgeous day. We get twenty minutes out of La Guardia, and we hit turbulence in the plane like I have never been in in my life, and I have flown most of my life—trips overseas, everywhere. Military planes, helicopters, small twin engines, I've been on every kind of aircraft available because much of the job has required that. But we're up in this plane, and it is like all of a sudden, the pilot comes on and says, "Flight attendants, take your seats immediately," and nothing else was said, so I'm like, "Holy cow." So they immediately scrambled. They were serving in the aisles, and they sat down all of a sudden, and we are riding like a bucking bronco. The plane was—I was holding on like this. It was like some horrible carnival ride. I've never been in such turbulence.
So Susan King and I are sitting there, and I'm like, "Let's talk about something. Let's start talking about something. I do not want to talk about what seems to be happening outside this plane," and we're trying to just talk. I mean, really, people are holding on. You can tell people are getting nervous. People are putting things away and securing their seatbelts tighter, and the pilot is not telling us anything, but I could tell he's trying to go up. I could tell he was trying to go down, trying to get around it, trying to find some smooth air everywhere. Couldn't find it.
All of a sudden, lightning hit the wing tip off the—I was sitting in the aisle seat, Susan was in the center seat, and it was some strange woman sitting next to the window—and we're in clouds. It's grey, grey, grey, you couldn't see anything outside. You could see the lightning hit the wing tip, and it crackled across the plane into the cabin. You could see the lightning arc on the inside of the plane and go out the other way. I didn't know they were built that way to take it,