Standing by the box office, I realize that this was Burt’s natural habit.
He was always, we were always at the box office. Burt, as I no doubt mentioned, loved getting tickets.
Seeing an older couple approach the booth, I find myself teary eyed. That was us.
Seeing them go to talk to the ticket agent, I miss Burt. I remember that Burt knew the man’s name.
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