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Okay, this is super meta — but also cool for photojournalism geeks like myself.

In the seconds after the tragic Boston Marathon bombing this morning, Globe photographer John Tlumacki snapped this harrowing and widely-circulated image of 78-year-old runner Bill Iffrig on the ground, three policeman springing into action around him.

But check out the AP image above, taken from the bridge above the finish line just seconds before the Globe photo.  If you look carefully, you can actually see Tlumaki in a yellow vest, camera poised, about to take the now-famous photo.

Cargo: Moon Dust – a customs declaration for moon rocks and moon dust samples filled out by Neil Armstrong and his  team upon returning from the moon in 1969

Ernest Zacharevic

Dear Sir: I like words. I like fat buttery words, such as ooze, turpitude, glutinous, toady. I like solemn, angular, creaky words, such as straitlaced, cantankerous, pecunious, valedictory. I like spurious, black-is-white words, such as mortician, liquidate, tonsorial, demi-monde. I like suave “V” words, such as Svengali, svelte, bravura, verve. I like crunchy, brittle, crackly words, such as splinter, grapple, jostle, crusty. I like sullen, crabbed, scowling words, such as skulk, glower, scabby, churl. I like Oh-Heavens, my-gracious, land’s-sake words, such as tricksy, tucker, genteel, horrid. I like elegant, flowery words, such as estivate, peregrinate, elysium, halcyon. I like wormy, squirmy, mealy words, such as crawl, blubber, squeal, drip. I like sniggly, chuckling words, such as cowlick, gurgle, bubble and burp. I like the word screenwriter better than copywriter, so I decided to quit my job in a New York advertising agency and try my luck in Hollywood, but before taking the plunge I went to Europe for a year of study, contemplation and horsing around.  I have just returned and I still like words.  May I have a few with you? Robert Pirosh 385 Madison Avenue Room 610 New York Eldorado 5-6024