I've got chills. I was shooting video for a client half-way between the 2 bombs all day and walked by the first one about 15 minutes before it went off as my client had finished the race. I was in my jeep behind the Lenox hotel when I felt the explosions and was confused about what happened for a good half-hour. Everything stopped, people swarmed up the road, cellular towers were overloaded, people didn't know what was happening. All I thought about was getting home and crossing the Sagamore Bridge safely hugging my wife and kids. I thought we were under attack, or the subway blew up. I couldn't call home and people came running up Exeter St. asking me if I knew what happened and they were crying and screaming. I will never forget the feeling of confusion, terror, helplessness and anger I felt sitting in traffic for 3 hours trying to get to 93 South. I talked to my wife who knew nothing at the time and I could only think of how fragile we can be in a moment. That's what I remember, vividly, after 2 years.
My client took the picture with his cell phone that ended up on the cover of the NY Post as he was wandering Boylston Street looking for his family not knowing at the time "White Cap" Tamerlin was cowardly walking away.
I headed to Kansas City the next day for a job and turned all my footage over to the FBI who I told at Logan I shot video for about 8 hours the day prior.
I remember those poor people who were there when I walked by having wrapped up for the day. I'll never forget and we never should.