President Obama hit the airwaves tonight with big news: Osama Bin Laden is dead.
When the planes hit the towers in New York, the Pentagon in Washington and the field in Pennsylvania nearly ten years ago, I’d been working as a daily newspaper photographer for a year and a half. I was frustrated at being stuck in mid-coast Maine, covering what was obviously one of the biggest news stories of my life from so far away. I wrote this piece a few months after the attacks:
I was driving to work when the first plane hit the World Trade Center. I didn’t know it happened. The Earth didn’t tremble underneath me. There was no blinding flash, no roar of thunder. There was no hint of tragedy in the bright blue sky. I drove north on I95 with my sunglasses on and my arm stuck out the window. There was good music on the radio and I was a little late as usual.
But something was burning somewhere.