Security ... think about it!
I waited my turn, and it appeared to be about time for me to ask the question, when the debate moderator, Rick Amato, unexpectedly called upon the Disk Jockey, a retired cop, who had been sitting behind his DJ booth, to ask “his” question. A few citizens behind me groaned in protest. I was then shortly thereafter told by Mr. Amato's assistant in a consolatory tone that I was not going to get a chance to ask my question, since the final question was reserved for the co-moderator of the event. The CCW crowd behind me, which had grown by a few additional individuals by now, overhead this. Thus begun the low murmur of discontent that, in retrospect, is a sound that can only be generated by seriously angry men.