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Change: Empty Seats Galore at NYC Obama Speech

Long gone is the season of fainting spells and delirium--even in Manhattan:

Only after I received four email invitations and two personal calls imploring me to come did I call Speaker Pelosi’s office to check the admission price. “You mean, to be in the room with the President of the United States is now on fire sale for $100?” 

”Yup.”

“How long do we get?”

“Half hour.”

“How many $100 givers have rsvp’d?” 

“Mmmm 250.” 

“Do we need to line up early to get in?”

“That’s not necessary. Everybody will get in.” 

And everybody did—450 people in a room that holds 650.  Even Obama’s fire sale didn’t sell out.  

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