My nephew Brian Pillion took this picture of the madness on the mall yesterday. We started the day out together but split up. I had my special press pass. It did me little good. It took me almost two hours to get to my seat. This is the exact spot of the parkour move that finally freed me from the post-apocalyptic madness at the end of my journey. (These people were probably half a mile from security screening)
Jumping down on to this highway and then up the other embankment I finally worked my way around to my seats. I cut my hand and bled everywhere, including the white marble floor of the Rayburn House office building, but after nearly four miles of walking and many moments of despair in crowds that were not moving, I was rewarded. Heading into the press section I ran into Bruce Springsteen. I walked up to him and thanked him for his music as they took him to his VIP seats. He mumbled his appreciation.
Jumping down on to this highway and then up the other embankment I finally worked my way around to my seats. I cut my hand and bled everywhere, including the white marble floor of the Rayburn House office building, but after nearly four miles of walking and many moments of despair in crowds that were not moving, I was rewarded. Heading into the press section I ran into Bruce Springsteen. I walked up to him and thanked him for his music as they took him to his VIP seats. He mumbled his appreciation.
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