The streets surrounding the church were congested. It was as if the Pope was saying Mass, or the Queen was attending. Very richly dressed people crowded around the front steps of the church. Police tried to keep everything moving so that limos and cars could drop their passengers in front but it seemed impossible. The line waiting to dispense passengers went back several blocks. Two shuttle buses had been hired to transport drivers from the remote parking areas back to the church.
Wesley, Edith, Henry, Lillian, and I arrived in a long stretch limo. When the police realized who was in the limo, they guided us to the front of the line. When we stepped out of it, flashbulbs and cameras assaulted us. The media was in a frenzy.
Wesley held my arm as we walked up the stairs and into the church
