September 11, 2001.
A jet flies into one of the towers of the World Trade Center.
A stringer for the Cleveland Plain Dealer Manhattan bureau is the first reporter on the scene.
First he looks up at the carnage, then pulls out his cell phone and calls up the Library of Congress.
"Yeah, that's right," he says into the phone. "I was the first reporter on the scene."
For the next 24 hours, as events of that tragic day play out, there is nothing about it on TV, nothing about it on the radio, certainly nothing on the Internet, and nothing in any newspaper other than the Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Why just that paper?
Because the Plain Dealer owns the copyright to 9/11.
And then Connie Schultz woke up.
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