#282 Early Morning

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.