The door was open. Everbody was lined up waiting for the door to open. We had arrived early that Sunday morning, with friends from Wisconsin, so as to be among the first people to enter after the door was open. The icing on the early-morning cake was little Georgette relaying to her mother that she enjoyed drinking a Starbucks with me as we waited to be let in once the door was opened. Access was available only through the Modern Wing entrance. The door was closed.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
#282 Early Morning
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A bird in the hand is worth five in the bush.
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