Joe, I love your "Big E" avatar. My mom worked there in the early 60's. You know which one -- the only one, all by itself and surrounded with enough parking for the entire city!
The first time I drove a car was in that parking lot when I was 10 or 12 -- our '57 Lincoln Premiere. It was so empty back there, and my mom shocked me by offering to let me get behind the wheel.
Oh yeah, and speaking of "going down," my sister and her friend got stuck in one of the Emporium elevators when they were pre-teens.