"What's going on?" I turn to Kent and ask, to which he responds with a smile.

"Then I'll instruct you to cross the street," he says, nodding towards the group of people gathered on the other side.

We reach the other side, and I look up at him. He can only laugh and shake his head.

"Tell me," I plead, and he smiles.

"Okay, okay," he concedes. "We're going to see the Rockettes Christmas Spectacular. The shows started last week, and I managed to secure tickets," he ...