The young people in my neighborhood are all preparing for the big social event of their high school years—the prom. The girls are all worried about what they will wear, who will ask them and how they are going to get to the big event. The guys are worried about how outrageous a tux they can wear, where they will have their pre-dance meal and other such serious things.

I, too, am worried about getting to the big dance. Whereas the young women around here are looking at fancy dresses, however, I am trying to dig out my warmest pair of long-johns, the baggiest pair of pants I can find to fit over those long-johns (maybe two layers), a jacket that will fit over a turtle-neck and sweater and still allow me to move, as well as footwear that can go over several pairs of socks. I am not worrying about renting a limousine, but how I am going to get up a two in the morning, drive for four hours, walk half a mile in the dark carrying 40 pounds of camera gear and setting it all up in the pre-dawn hours so I can have a front row seat at the dance.

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