The parking deck is across the street from the Landmark Theatre. Alan’s assigned spot is on the first floor, right near the exit—it’s perfect for avoiding the after show rush out of the deck, and every year he renews his subscription as early as he can to keep the same spot. He locks the car as he gets out, then double-checks it by clicking the lock button on his key fob. As he’s pocketing his keys, Jim walks around the car and holds out a hand. Alan slips his into it.
There’s a line at the will call window, but the doors are already open and there’s little delay between their tickets being scanned and them being shown to their seats. First row grand tier, in the center of the stage. A perfect, unobstructed view. As the usher hands them programs, Jim whistles, impressed. “Damn, these are
