From: nebusj-@-rpi-.edu   
      
   	In contrast to the organized pattern of getting in, filing out   
   of the Late Night set was a lot looser.  Some people lingered, some people   
   took out their phones to make calls even though the pages warned ahead of   
   time that you should not do that until you leave the studio because it can   
   screw up the editing they do after taping, and a few people tried taking   
   pictures and were pounced on like hawks by pages saying to not do that.   
      
   	Seeing how alert the pages were to camera deployment I realized   
   there was little chance I'd get away with taking a picture.  My camera is   
   great in many ways, but it is also quite big and really unmistakable; if   
   you're conscious at all you can see the barrel extending as it's turned   
   on.  I know some tricks for taking pictures surreptitiously, but they   
   depend on coming in to the place with the camera opened and ready.  This   
   there was no getting away with. There've been times I have thought I need   
   a more discreet camera and this was one of them.   
      
   	We did linger, though, and were among the last people out, as my   
   father went over to ask the pages if there were any pieces of set left over   
    --- no, there weren't --- or if maybe the people fiddling around down by   
   the band's podiums could give anything --- no, they could not --- and some   
   of the other lingerers noted to the pages that it must be sad being at the   
   final show like this.  Well, yeah, I'm sure that's a thought none of the   
   pages had had.   
      
   	Still, my lingering taught me something I didn't know before: the   
   large horizontal blue bars marking the sides of the set were not painted   
   on but were rather blue pads about four inches from the walls with lights   
   behind them.  So that's how they got their neat-looking wall appearance.   
   I don't know how I didn't know that.   
      
   	My father and I were guided out of the studio with the last bunch   
   of people, and we were directed back towards the elevators with one page   
   noting that some people had tried going down the hallway the other   
   direction and got into trouble from NBC Security.  I infer there are   
   things going on on the seventh floor that we are not meant to know.   
      
   	Since my father and I missed one elevator car load I had time to   
   wander over by the lobby and study the notes for the NBC Book Sale coming   
   on Tuesday, which would run for two hours. I suppose they weren't working   
   very hard at the book sale, which is odd since at the end of 2007 the   
   Kinokuniya bookstore outlet in Rockfeller Center left, to relocate next   
   to Bryant Park.   
      
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   								Joseph Nebus   
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