Some time this afternoon I read
this thread in the Lounge. As sad a tale as it is, however, at this late remove it strikes me simply as a curiosity of broadcast history: tragic to those who knew her, but a mere dark footnote to those who, like me, had never heard of Ms. Chubbuck's suicide.
Here's the main point:
"In keeping with Channel 40's policy of bringing you the latest in blood and guts, and in living color, you are going to see another first: an attempted suicide."
I have very limited familiarity with Harlan Ellison. I think I've read perhaps four of his works, one of which was a comic book (Daredevil Vol 1, issue #207, IIRC). But lately I've decided to pick up some of his writings, and today I stopped in a local Half Price Books.
There selection wasn't great, but they had one copy of Ellison's
Strange Wine for about six bucks, so I bought it. I'd never heard of it, nor any of the stories in it. My first chance to page through it was about twenty minutes ago, and I started with the introduction:
It's all about drinking strange wine.
It seems disjointed and jumps around like water on a griddle, but it all comes together, so be patient.
At 9:38 A.M. on July 15th, 1974, about eight minutes into Suncoast Digest, a variety show on WXLT-TV in Sarasota, Florida, anchorwoman Chris Chubbuck, 30, looked straight at the camera and said "In keeping with Channel 40's policy of bringing you the latest in blood and guts in living color, you're going to see another first--an attempt at suicide."
Weird, huh?
What does it signify? Nothing, of course, but the raw unlikelihood of stumbling upon the same decades-old passage twice in the same day in two entirely different contexts had me literally reeling, however briefly.
I work with people who infer ghosts when their refrigerator happens to shudder while they're watching a tense scene on
Lost, so my recounting of this episode would seem to them simply another of life's many glimpses into the supernatural.
But I know that my pals here in the Skeptics' Group will be more likely to relate to the uncanny timing and to see it as the mundane but delightfully quirky confluence that it is.
Just thought I'd share! Have you had any similar experiences?