We had a list of photographs to take in New York City. We’d gotten the Statue of Liberty at Sunset. We’d gotten Times Square at night. Tonight was the city skyline from the top of Rockefeller Center. The plan was dead in the water. We found our way into the building and figured out which hallway led to the elevator. That’s when we saw the line. It wasn’t happening. It just wasn’t. We’d spent the entire day walking around the city. We were tired, and Dannie had blisters on both her heels. I’m willing to climb a mountain to take a good photograph, but not if there’s a line of people the whole way up, all waiting to get the…