I was 18 in '62. Our family was driving on vacation near Corvallis, Oregon, on a Saturday in late August. Traffic slowed to a crawl as it snaked around cop cars at an accident site. As we passed the wreck I asked my dad to brake for an instant. I leaned out the car window and with my old Kodak 35 took a photo of the wrecked car, a TR-3, lying in the roadside ditch.
We decided to stay in Corvallis for a few days, so on Monday I visited the office of the local newspaper. I told the editor I'd taken a photo of the wreck and handed him the roll of undeveloped film. He passed it to the paper's photographer with instructions to process it immediately.
Later that day I walked back to the paper's office where the editor handed me a check for $5 for taking the front page photo.
--Bob
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