The big buildings. The traffic. The bum peeing in the bushes. You'd think I hadn't lived in the "Big City" for almost 20 years.
I think it was a stroke of luck that I didn't have my camera because as I got off the elevator the door to the left flew open and out poured several men and women wearing flack jackets and holsters. A woman put on a jacket that said across the back: Secret Service. I thought that made it not much of a secret, but who am I to decide such things?
I learned long ago that it generally isn't a good idea to point a camera at an armed individual, but had I had my camera, I would have been sorely tempted.
