25-05-2011, 10:17 PM
I would think getting away with such things in a building of such mammoth capacity would be child's play for someone who had cased the joint, was familiar with it and its rhythms, and could meld into its culture and ambience. I don't look or act like a New Yorker, so I'd not qualify. And I have too much precipophobia (? sp) to even consider hanging out there. (Geesh, I got disoriented on those high-speed elevators.)
"Where is the intersection between the world's deep hunger and your deep gladness?"