When I was 9, my dad brought my brother and me with 
him on a business trip to Seattle.
I distinctly remember riding the Monorail and, after arriving at the bottom of the Space Needle, my dad concluded that the fee to go to the top was too steep ($30/person or something like that). I can’t say I blame him.
So, the other day when I was in town, I thought I would right this historical wrong and do it myself.
Again, took the monorail (first time in 30 years) with my friend Carole, and we arrived at the entrance.
“The Observation Deck is Closed for a Private Event”
I couldn’t go up, but I did get this picture.
Foiled again.
Back in 30 years, I guess.
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