There was kind of a moat thing in front and on the sides of the stage. I sat on the steps in front of the stage to the left. I left enough room between me and the handrail so that someone could walk through. I watched the pack running back and forth and I would wait for the artist to move in front of me on stage to take my shot.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked expecting security to tell me to move as I was a fire hazard or something. It was Ernest C. Withers the iconic civil rights and music photographer. Not to mention one of my hero photographers. He sat down next to me filling the space between me and the handrail. He did just what I was doing and waiting for the shot. I was on cloud nine. Here were all these photogs from all over the world running back and forth trying to get THE shot and Mr. Withers and I sat in our little spot and waited for the shot to come to us. HA. I waited till he took his shot before I would take mine. I watched him closely to say the least. That is when I got the photo bug again. Maybe I am doing something right. I got to meet and see him in action several times after that. But I'll never forget that experience. Thanks Mr. Withers!
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