Since it went up in the early '90s, I've always had an affection for the marquee of the Walter Kerr Theatre on W. 48th Street, with it's hyperactive neon picture frame of vibrating color. It's a big garish, I'll grant you, but no other Broadway marquee fills me with a sense of showbiz razzle dazzle as much as this one does.
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