BEATIFIC RAPTURE radiates from Little Rudy’s face. In passing, the old guy feels that smile illuminating his own face. He is suddenly aware of the crush of unfamiliar people, vast spaces, echoing noise, bright colors and overpowering odors of the place. Flashing back, he is Little Rudy beneath a forest of grown ups, clinging to his mother to steady against the overwhelming exhilaration of riding the moving staircase.

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