One entrance to "the hospital," in fact a network of interconnected buildings and organizations, as well as two medical schools, has a very large lobby. Very large. There's a performance space toward the back of it, facing out to the children's garden.
Every few days, something is going on there. Sometimes temporary walls go up and something mysterious goes on behind them. I attempt to peer in but instantly feel intrusive and proceed along to the elevators.
On two occasions, I've gotten my gumption up and just snapped a shot or two. A few days ago, a big hullabaloo was underway and then I noticed the name of one of my (and, more importantly, my daughters') favorite children's books, Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, in huge cardboard cutout letters, hanging from the ceiling.
Later that afternoon, I noticed a red carpet laid down in front of a conference room off the lobby, and behind the temporary walls, a dinner set-up, round tables with red-and-white checkered tablecloths, where, obviously, spaghetti and meatballs would be served. Apparently, there's a film (how would I know - I'm tracking just about nothing these days) premiere about to happen and somehow the hospital had something to do with it. Clearly, I haven't gotten to the bottom of it but I sure wish they'd invited me.
A couple of weeks ago, there was a different set-up in the lobby: scrubs for sale. The vendor looked hopeful when I approached to take a picture but unfortunately I'm not really in the market for scrubs.