I don't know why I was allowed to stand where I was, but the whole time I kept waiting for Spitzer's security to tell me to move. They never did. All the other photographers with their LONG lenses were corralled across the street. I only walked away when FF Beddia's family arrived, I didn't want to be in the way, it was a funeral... but when I read the NYTimes last night - there I was. doh! I would of preferred my photos in the paper and not me. oh well, have to start somewhere!

Robert Stolarik for The New York Times

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