From: nebusj-@-rpi-.edu   
      
   	This second time around the pages let my father and I go up into   
   the mezzanine, and towards the ticket booth or window or whatever there   
   was there which might give us the actual physical tickets and the   
   wristbands we were told would guarantee admission to the final taping.   
   Up one of the many three-step stairs popular in buildings constructed   
   before anyone knew the wheelchair-bound liked doing things was a line.   
   This line of people started at a desk and little portable ribbon-barrier   
   device where several pages congregated, with two or three near the wall   
   in each spot, stretching back from the desk to the steps, and then   
   jumping across the hallway and to stretch back a couple dozen feet.   
      
   	One page there asked, ``Are you here for Late Night?''  I was   
   ready.  At least, I could take out my e-mail showing I had tickets   
   reserved and he approved, and put me in line.  And there we waited for,   
   we were told, about 3:00 when tickets and wristbands would be given out.   
   Until then we should wait there and not sit on the floor, due to fire   
   code regulations.  The pages in the 90s were also big about people not   
   sitting on the ground floor of Rockefeller Center because of ``fire code   
   regulations''.   
      
   	As we waited my father started talking with the people behind us,   
   who'd come from Cleveland and so we naturally had the big trip we took   
   last July to Cleveland and Niagara Falls For Some Reason to talk about,   
   and we ended up attempting to take pictures of them and they of us.   
      
   	Their pictures of us on my camera were a foredoomed effort, because   
   I like taking arty pictures and you have to know how to hold the camera to   
   make them come out at all, and there's just no explaining it or swiftly   
   getting my camera back to normal settings.  Compounding things is the   
   interior of Rockefeller center was designed in that early 30s Art Deco   
   Happy style.   
      
   	This style, while pleasant, is also made up of dark floors and   
   walls with brass highlights and therefore is a lighting challenge, or   
   nightmare, in the best of cases.  The pictures of us were kind of blurry   
   and unfocused, but I swore that was fine because that was more convenient.   
   (They also took some pictures of us downstairs, later, by the mezzanine   
   sign, and those turned out a bit better.)   
      
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   								Joseph Nebus   
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