I had just moved from an apartment about 100 yards past that tree. I'd gone by on my lunch hour to make one last check on the mailbox. Saw what looked like a minor fender-bender at the intersection; wandered down to see what had happened. Walked down the sidewalk, white shirt and tie, checking my watch by the Tower clock. Perfect target...
When somebody spoke of a shooter on the Tower, I became intimate with the back side of that tree.
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