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I just loved every one of the Capitol crew guys—they turned everything into fun. And in your twenties, what could be better. Even when it was of a sexual nature and totally tasteless, I thought the things they had the nerve to do and say were hysterical—especially because they did and said things a nice Jewish girl from Jersey (or her friends) would never say.
Looking at the programs with the marquee of the Capitol, I am reminded of having to work in the “fishbowl” in the front of the entrance where for many years I handled the guest list. Our front of house head security guy was a bigmouth from the village named Barry Kantor, who, to speed things along, was supposed to tell people to “have your tickets in your hands”. But what he usually shouted was “heavy tits in your hands!”
It was particularly amusing that no one other than me and the crew guys ever noticed. Ah, one of those fond memories.
— Amy Polan Clarke