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The Crash Site Today or to twenty-five. It's all the same: They were there and you weren't. When it happened you were a kid, and less able to see through the official blanket of secrecy and decep- tion than most. Now, you have to deal with possibly the most important event in history as an outsider. No matter how familiar you become with the details, your information is, at best, secondhand. But there is one way to get close to what happened: Travel to the crash sites and have a look for yourself. You can pretend to look for remnants of the two vehicles that slammed into the \ J ou CAN TALK to ten witnesses to the New Mexico crashes, ranches, and you can dream of the impact you could have on world history if only you can find even a little piece. But really what you are doing is trying to get in touch with those long- gone days. This is stable country where little changes from decade to decade. Not like big cities where twenty-five-year- old buildings are torn down to make way for newer ones. New Mexico hangs on to its proud past; New Mexico is pretty much we Le the same. And most of New Mexico is almost empty. Travel more than a few miles from the fully modern city of Albuquerque and you find yourself in open country that probably looks about the way it did a century ago. Oh, sure, there are TV satellite dishes 167