EXTRA! EXTRA!

You don't hear those words echoing through downtown streets anymore. On Tuesday. January 28, 1986 we were in Boston, on our way to Paul Revere's house when we heard the news on the radio. We needed to be on a 5:15 PM train out of South Station, and after a not so great lunch in Cambridge we got our stuff and fled. My brother in law driving down side streets trying to avoid traffic. Out in front of South Station a paper guy was yelling " EXTRA! EXTRA! SHUTTLE EXPLODES! ASTRONAUTS DEAD! This is the paper he was selling. Unlike most who had seen this replayed on telly through the afternoon, we had not, this was the first image of the tragedy we would see, and the only one until we de-trained the next day. This was the last time I learned details of a breaking news story through a newspaper. I do miss a good newspaper.