You know how some movies and commercials use that super-speed trick to show, like, a busy expressway or a blooming flower or whatever? Yeah, that's how we were. Grab the ticket. Get to the stairwell. Back in the car. Out of the lot. Zoom to the Music Box. As we approached, the line was unbelievable. It stretched up Southport to Grace, and then down Grace for a while. (Which'll make sense only if you know the 'hood.) Luckily, we spied our pals already in line, so at least we knew we wouldn't be in the first row.

Seems the screening was running behind anyway, so we stood in line for a while. Finally, we got into the theater. We grabbed the 2nd row from the back, right in the middle... good seats. And right behind us? Two seats with "Reserved" on them. In other words, Michael Moore was gonna be right behind us! I admire that man beyond words. Seriously, if he were to run for president, I'd drop it all to shill for his campaign.

Shameless plug: www.michaelmoore.com.

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