A little while later that day a police car pulled up and asked if I was the “Fellow” that had taken the pictures at the accident. When I answered that I was, he told me that the folks at the local newspaper was looking for me. I went by the paper and learned that the scene had been cleaned up before their photographer arrived. As the accident involved a small girl on the bicycle, and the someone involved was a member of a prominent family, the paper needed a picture for the front page. Well I got published, top half of the front page (the part seen when the paper is folded). This began over a half a century of off and on photojournalism.
And I still get the urge to chase a ambulance once and a while. Guess I needed to be a lawyer, it sure pays better than photography.
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