Graeme Wood reports on what is was like being at the mall yesterday:

To reach the better parts of the show required effort and ingenuity. What they didn't require was a ticket. My BlackBerry's connection worked intermittently, and I received forlorn reports from friends once proud to have wangled tickets. Tickets once fetched thousands of dollars on the black market. The messages now sounded depressed and furious. "Am in line, but it isn't moving." "We're giving up. It's a fraud. Secret Service are bastards."

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